Little yappy dog
why do you bark at the sky
and not piddle nor poo?
I let you out a time ago
but you will not go
yet sniff and foot it around
trampling over the flowerbed
and not doing what you ought to.
Still as I watch your skimpy
scrappy form, got to smile
and must love you.
You yippity-yappity mutt
you.
DOG WATCH
Dog walking askew in front of me
Musta read a sailing manual.
Listed to starboard about ten degrees
Against the taut leash on his port quarter.
Rudder seemed jammed 30 degrees to port:
And he tacked into the footpath ahead.
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Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2016
coloured bottles bob
to my eyes these are gemstones
light explodes in spumes
a sour flood warms my belly
in the wave of each fresh draught
drinking rainbows
I am resting the dragon
on wet glass
ice rocks crackle
day blends into night
first or last dog watch?
sitting at this bar – my pew
far away at sea
ship ahoy! Nubile sirens
eight bells ringing between decks
Inspired by the adventures of Keith Jackson AM and other friends
27/11/2015
i do too
i tell you
talk and walk
my dog watch it roll alog
tho its a pain
to kept my
DOG ON A CHAIN
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