The sections of the poem capture one of those moments when things seem to be going well, and someone or something pops up to undermine and maybe steal away your happiness.
# 7 the dog came to see me the other day and he pissed all over my left shoestring i can't stand to have someone get my left shoestring wet i think i would have begged him to pee on my right shoestring but the bastard never gave me a chance to ask # 13 i remember the old man asking why i wrote poetry can't make a living doing that he said i asked why do you go foxhunting can't make a living doing that he evaporated into the air while drying his left shoelace # 21 the dog ran swiftly down the street looking the dog ran swiftly down the street in a hurry the dog ran swiftly down the street looking i outdogged him this time maybe my left shoestring is up the street # 26 the dog came to me the other day you know the one i wrote about 20 years ago and he hobbled barely able to move looked up at me in that recognizable way and slowly in his old age lifted his leg over my shoe left one for sure #27 you might think the dog would have found a new paradigm a fresh method of doing business after all we have progressed into the digital age but no even as I come to the end of my eighty-fourth year the dog yes, the same one that found me below the fourth sub-basement library of plays at the University of Kansas some 57 years ago offering no excuses. curls up on my bed apologizes for the bladder doings looks up daring me to set this Little Set of Poems to type to tell his story and mine before slumbering
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