the sky

is opening

to A: piss its waste

on our heads and

    B: make my dog lose

his ordure, in full

(laugh because

the power goes as

his ones and twos go now,

quite simultaneously)

set blind to find

a match, i do

and strike it

right on the

very first try

now looking as

my shadow figure

flutters on the wall

and it seems to me

as though its

on it’s knees

-not loving

or reading, but-

cleaning shit

by candle light

                                                 ever beauty be

                                              and attached to me