Dogs 2010

SCURRYING FOR DOMESTIC SAFETY
(11/23/10)


under attack
I crawl
into a corner
of the bedroom
and overturn
the laundry
basket
dumping
dirty clothes
over me
to provide
a veneer
of vile
smells

my wife
has set loose
the hounds
and they seem
a bit frantic
in their search
for offending
flesh

the perils
pass me by
veering instead
toward the kitchen
where the more
edible forms
of filth
reside

I cower
and shake
knowing
as their patience
diminishes
their appetites
increase

I hear
claws again
scrabbling
for purchase
on the hardwood
floors

determined
noses
sniffing
the perimeter
for the perfume
of my cowardice

their growls
begin
upon my
discovery

my disheveled
cloak
of fetid fabric
now a defective
disguise
I toss
the ruse
aside

the dogs
are gone
and in their
place
she stands

emasculating me
with her
eyes

I have
splashed
the countertop
again

my life
is at
an end