Wednesday, January 7, 2015

DELIRIUM

Suddenly—by terrible 
three o'clock on another 

heinous and 
temperatureless Chicago afternoon

the way the shit-
green glinting 

frost clung—so rude
and

immediately— 
to every shivering cranny 

of my great 
and yet poor-

statured black
lab's swollen 

muzzle, distended 
cheeks and dumb tongue—

was only—glowingly 
funny.

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