Mangy Dog Ugly

I.

I hold him up

with my pointer and my thumb,

with my arm extended,

with my other hand’s fingers

pinching my nose –

he reeks filthy.

His yellowed teeth

gnash

without remorse,

curls of yellow stench

curl from his skin

through his suit coat and tie.

“cozmic joke” by me, e myers be

II.

Like when

I was in Athens,

before they’d killed all the strays.

And seven of them

chased after one bitch,

their penises erect

and bouncing

as they ran.

The suit is faulty armor.

At least dogs demonstrate.