playing hard ball

Poem #9 from: Memoir of a Dog Back to Memoir of a Dog - Introduction he is tense quivering in expectation eyes fixed on a point in front of him on an object half-hidden beneath my foot I fake a move to the left his head darts that way the body not so easily fooled … Continue reading playing hard ball

the school cleaner

he armed himself on a daily basis with the tools required by his trade a broom of course and a mop and bucket solvent and a three inch paintbrush a duster an eraser and assorted cloths a chisel he had sometimes found useful and a hammer some weights protective clothing obviously overalls dark glasses heavy … Continue reading the school cleaner

oonga boonga (power to the people)

the government wants to charge me for the electricity I make I have a power plant sun-worshipping on my rooftop even though I make it for myself the government wants to take it they don’t to build a power plant oh no no no they don’t want to be touched by dirty coal oh no … Continue reading oonga boonga (power to the people)

knock before entering

Poem #8 from: Memoir of a Dog Back to Memoir of a Dog - Introduction a cardboard sign tacked to the lamp-post says home-made kennels all sizes 16 barnard street ~ well it’s big enough and we’ve made it comfortable but he doesn’t want anything to do with it we’ve tried enticing toys nibbles tricks … Continue reading knock before entering

some poodles turn grey

Poem #7 from: Memoir of a Dog Back to Memoir of a Dog - Introduction they made a movie about hanging rock schoolgirls clambering up the path surrounded by some kind of eeriness before they disappeared without a trace somewhere near the summit it’s supposed to be haunted whether by white ghosts or aboriginal spirits … Continue reading some poodles turn grey