Get away from me you dumb flipping dog.
You circle around with your stinky oozing paw, limping.
The floor recoils from your touch.
You are oil to my water.
Piggy the Wonder Dog. You used to jump through
hula hoops in a single bound, sporting that Mohawk
like nobody’s business. Looking so fine, like a circus dog.
What is he? people would ask. ‘e’s a Dingo! we’d say.
Jonesing to ride a monkey’s back into somebody’s notice me life,
insistent like rain that won’t let up.
You make me want to shoot you in the head.
Fireworks.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
You are our escape from reality
and no one wants you to die.
I imagine playing with you when you were a puppy.
We could have gone camping to Yellowstone
or chased our dreams across Hill 57.
Brenda Warren 2016
Piggy the Wonder Dog 2015
If you want to see the prompt that brought me here visit Elizabeth’s 1sojournal. Piggy deserves a long story, and one of these days he will get one. He is still here, but age and infirmities complicate things for him.
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Brenda, I love Piggy. I know who he is. As our pets grow older, yes, things become trying for us, but more for them. I think. Thanks for the prompt.
Pamela ox
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Love that line about someone’s notice me life. Wonderful mouthful. And the Bohemian Rhapsody reference is worked in well. This invites the reader to hurry up and catch up all the way down the page. You make it look like such an easy slide, even though you might be feeling the bumps.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
PS Thanks for the prompt and it seems to have ignited a bit of interest.
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