dung dog spook smell

 dung dog spook smell

i had to heed the bumblebee, as they graced me

with no flower in sight, unless my dusty sweat

were sweet. i took my brushe

to the yard bucket of water,

removed the drowning astronaut and placed

them on the lawn. calling it a day,

the numbers swirling.

off the meet a bus, a hasty car pulls over

a bit ahead down the street. a wild eyed

wolf-dog darted across the street as

the man from the car ran after.

the dog ran to stop and sniff my hand,

he was a newly adopted stray,

as he led it back to his car by his red bandanna collar.

at my destination watering hole,

i watched as a shiny black SUV loitered in traffic

its plates obscured or missing. inside,

a loud bald man

several drinks boisterous held court at the bar,

a napkin-draped beer claiming a seat

for an absentee. the loud bald man

made rude unflattering comments,

reached into my space to point at some dumb ass

thing. i moved down a seat,

lo to more weirdness. like dung beetles

in the dark, looking to be rescued. 

2019

(Something like it bgod now)