[Dogless I]
Life is long and
I crossed my fingers.
Sparred through
death and others
Through play.
School. It’s me.
Schooled.
Post-Labor
Day and the line
Down. Good
dog. Very good. Like I
return to my craft at the end
of weeks on end. But now
No Return
[Dogless II]
Not the tip
of the fleet.
The land. No figure was
crying. The stars and shirking
I was in it. The blazing force, then—
[Dogless III]
There is a fourth track.
I was like you.
I walked this earth.
I gave my good
Chance at feed.
I saw a “title.”
A girl. Emma Bovary.
I was the smartest
I knew.
I had a daughter.
I imagined a fatal plight.
Play: It was there, too.
But if I go back—
If I make peace with
The sign and crown myself
I won’t leave to go.
[Dogless IV]
I find a supervisor.
I tell him I’m cautious
He tells me he’s cautious
We go down this road
I tell him I’m cautious
I’m me
I’m known
Myth is at my fingertips
It’s art
It’s artful + religion
To me
This form: it is feathered
Crowning the road
In red affidavit-
Like stupor. This too
Is thin. Too.
[Dogless V]
Sees me. Sees that
I scrounged
Once.
Sees that
I gave chance
To flight.
Sees
That flight was immanent.
(From. Form
Is immanent
To)
Because I took
Because we were—
This is not to sign
For death
Before flight.
[Dogless VI]
I write for
the gutted
Bird for
the road
I am (I am the gutted
Bird of the road)
I can claim to have seen
Kim Gordon live
When I was alive
I was all
Railings. Bass.
Calling. Do you want to know
How? First, wing. The splay
The stray the bay the bay
Been bird-in-
life but there
I grew in
Death. Down
(I write in
the road)
for when I grew in Death I could
Speak, speak
I cry, I make peace, I
