When the dogs bark, I taste July.
I fall into circulation.
I crave faux fur.
I miss the taste of pineapple.
I miss my toys.
I gulp liquid anti-freeze.
When the dogs bark, I drown in tears.
I get ravenous for onions.
I want to fly to distant lands.
I change my name to Jean-Paul.
I change my name to Leona.
My name changes itself to Buster.
When the dogs bark, the road crackles like a frying pan.
The verses disappear into the pavement.
The dictionary smokes meaning into nothing.
I stare at the blank wall.
I taste serendipity.
I see myself totally naked.
I am vulnerable.
When the dogs bark, eagles swoops over the house.
The stereo gets a panic attack.
The oven trembles for fear.
The trees pull out their roots for freedom.
I translate ancient texts into pornography.
I rip the windows open to let the lightning
and madness inside.
The cat sings lullabies.
I don't have a cat.
Barking dogs!
And I remind myself...
The moon is a hanging white poppy!
The moon is a hanging white poppy!
The moon is a hanging white poppy!
The moon is a...
