My Dog

I would like to talk to you about the world when I was a little boy.
Not just any old boy
A Queer boy.
And what a queer boy I was
Fidgety.
Itchy feet.
I would run away along the sandy, rocky beach,
under the sea wall.
I was guided by my basset: Snoopy.
My dog taught me how to always look over the
horizon.
The washed up penguins in the sand smiled in
delight that they had another world in the sea.
They would talk to me, and tell me to have a pleasant journey.
The stingray in the sand said that there was a whole
world in his guts.
I could smell their factories.
My dog noticed nothing.
He was chasing the sun so that I could follow.
The sky would be a violet sheet smudged with
salmon.
Blushes of gold would show the path of the sun.