these are dog days
and I am still in the dog house
I just don't know how to get out
I'm like the cartoon
bulldog
attached to this house by a chain
and she the sexy cat who taunts me
just beyond reach
only she isn't really
taunting
if anything I taunt myself
these are dog Days
filled with the heat
we can't believe
and this need we can't satisfy
and so must to endure
the dog days of routines
that allow us to struggle ahead
even if we do not know precisely
where we are going
and what we will find
when we get there
and whether or not
we have reached the
end of the chain
that keeps us
connected
to this dog house
and far from the cat
we imagine taunting us
when she clearly is
not
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