02-14-2015, 05:57 AM
A german shepherd, wallows through filth.
she walks on top,
with paws cut by the edges of Coca-Cola cans,
just enough drink to make them sticky.
Her paws bleed;
her blood is carbonated.
The same shepherd, indulges in her surrounding leftovers,
indulging in its variegation:
of color and ingredients.
She shovels and pulls and pushes all.
The bags are full of no-name candy corn.
Her vomit is sucrose.
She slips down the side of one trash heap,
sliding on broken compact discs and
scrap metal.
The metal grinds against her already
bleeding feet, immobilizing her, beside the trash heap.
She rusts over like a discarded hammer.
A german shepherd,
with color and tastes and carbon dioxide
coursing through her system,
is curled beside the heap.
She is shaking with color and taste and air:
dying
in the waste of humanity.
She lies there, breathless.
She is covered in Pringles cans,
and disguised by stained prom dresses.
Another dog paces at the top of the heap,
smelling the air of danger.
She turns back too quickly.
She slips and falls beside her deceased sister.
Revised Version:
A German Shepherd wallows through filth.
she wades,
with paws cut by the unraveled edges of Coca-Cola cans,
just enough drink to make them sticky.
Her paws bleed;
her blood is carbonated.
The same shepherd, wallows through the same filth,
indulging in its variegation
of color and textures.
She shovels and pulls and pushes all.
She indulges in a bag of no-name candy corn.
Her vomit is sucrose.
She slips down the side of one trash heap,
sliding on broken compact discs and scrap metal.
The metal grinds against her already
bleeding feet, immobilizing her beside the trash heap.
She rusts over like a discarded hammer.
A german shepherd,
with color and tastes and carbon dioxide
coursing through her system,
is curled beside the heap.
She is shaking with color and taste and air:
dying
in the waste of humanity.
She lies there, breathless.
She is covered in Pringles cans,
and disguised by stained prom dresses.
Another dog paces at the top of the heap,
smelling the scent of danger
mixed with the residues of discarded Febreze cans.
She turns back too quickly.
She slips and falls beside her deceased sister.
she walks on top,
with paws cut by the edges of Coca-Cola cans,
just enough drink to make them sticky.
Her paws bleed;
her blood is carbonated.
The same shepherd, indulges in her surrounding leftovers,
indulging in its variegation:
of color and ingredients.
She shovels and pulls and pushes all.
The bags are full of no-name candy corn.
Her vomit is sucrose.
She slips down the side of one trash heap,
sliding on broken compact discs and
scrap metal.
The metal grinds against her already
bleeding feet, immobilizing her, beside the trash heap.
She rusts over like a discarded hammer.
A german shepherd,
with color and tastes and carbon dioxide
coursing through her system,
is curled beside the heap.
She is shaking with color and taste and air:
dying
in the waste of humanity.
She lies there, breathless.
She is covered in Pringles cans,
and disguised by stained prom dresses.
Another dog paces at the top of the heap,
smelling the air of danger.
She turns back too quickly.
She slips and falls beside her deceased sister.
Revised Version:
A German Shepherd wallows through filth.
she wades,
with paws cut by the unraveled edges of Coca-Cola cans,
just enough drink to make them sticky.
Her paws bleed;
her blood is carbonated.
The same shepherd, wallows through the same filth,
indulging in its variegation
of color and textures.
She shovels and pulls and pushes all.
She indulges in a bag of no-name candy corn.
Her vomit is sucrose.
She slips down the side of one trash heap,
sliding on broken compact discs and scrap metal.
The metal grinds against her already
bleeding feet, immobilizing her beside the trash heap.
She rusts over like a discarded hammer.
A german shepherd,
with color and tastes and carbon dioxide
coursing through her system,
is curled beside the heap.
She is shaking with color and taste and air:
dying
in the waste of humanity.
She lies there, breathless.
She is covered in Pringles cans,
and disguised by stained prom dresses.
Another dog paces at the top of the heap,
smelling the scent of danger
mixed with the residues of discarded Febreze cans.
She turns back too quickly.
She slips and falls beside her deceased sister.