sometimes being a dog
is the passiveness
such a passivity
asks the wolf
what were we here for
sure, there are communications
verbal and nonverbal
i tend to see Jon
recline back to almost
180 degrees
finicky to the television show
that presents gaming
or vibrant emotion
my body curls
tightly enough
to make the snakes jealous
and his slippers
grind into my neck
warmness
boorish flashes of light
declension in the daily decay
the sighing expounds
and beguiles from his lungs
and my rising ribs
almost match
the soughing week
against no odds
timeliness
is just accidental atheism
that's what my old man
used to say
when he spoke to himself