Like Dustbins? (Poetry ten)

The earth that spins

in dustbins

tell a tale

of grey colored

obscurities

where reticent worms

and warbling slimes

wade each other into

the stomach

of the florid puppy

that ran away

from her lap mistress who

in distress weeps

away the day, and in the

night when puppy with

a doggy nose

finds home relieving

her plight- conjuring a nocturnal

delight,

lap-mistress

kisses

the puppyface

with a

haughty grace.

Such a kind being.

The earth that spins

like dustbins tell a tale of

lap-mistress toying with

her puppy sons until

they become cute-no-more,

henceforth discarded,

from ‘selfies’ and ‘dp-s’

and the shelter

of lap paradise. Second hand,

you could find

them tied

in lampposts

confused- wondering what

they did wrong,

sometimes singing

a dog

lovesong-

“kui kooi, bhow bhow, kau kau, kui.”

(intermittently)

In an earth that spins

with dustbins

dogs need to

love less, growl more

and aim for

the jugular

which is always a northward journey

from

the lap.