SOMETIMES WE LIKE TO FORGET OURSELVES
IN THE DARK DEEP SPACE OF CINEMAS OR
SOMETHING SEEN OUT OF THE CORNER
OF A MIRROR AND WE REHEARSE A FEW
LITTLE LINES LIKE A MYNAH BIRD – WHOSE
OWN TOOTLING IS FORGOTTEN
AMONGST THE SUSHI CONVEYER BELT OF PHRASES
EACH SO NUTRITIOUS AND RAW PACKAGED
DELICIOUSLY ON RED BLUE YELLOW
PLATES – ONLY REMEMBERING THE QUESTIONS
ASKED OF IT IS JACK A GOOD BOY WHAT SOUND
DOES A DOG MAKE WHO IS SO PRETTY RIGHT NOW
AS THE CAGE GROWS DARK WITH THE SHADOW
THE OWNER CASTS IT CHIRPS BACK JACK JACK
GOOD DOG GOOD DOG WOOF WOOF WOOF
Alex MacDonald
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