Me, on Street Ever Righteous
Moon, now Saint Erasure Rules
Mother, Stained End Run
My Southern Dog: Mon S. Terrier
The better blues: Mo’non-Stop’Er-where
After a car accident: mmm…on Star, State Your Emergency?
We, we all know we’re all monsters–
we, these humans; the dogs in the world
forgive us, even though they know
how cruel, cruel we humans can be.
Maybe dogs, they just figure–wolves still have it worse
all alone, out in wilderness.
I hope the dogs are right.