Dogs 2010

TOMATAOHEAD
(6/3/10)


odd
to see
an otherwise
healthy
frame
carrying
this great red
of a head
atop
square shoulders

perhaps
mischance
has rendered
this hue

above
the neck
he labors
he sweats
he looks
about
to explode
but his body
strides easily
standard flesh tones
dryly performing
their duties

a bomb
on stick
perambulating
the neighborhood
children
old ladies
and small animals
taking cover

we wish
that he would
stay home
stewing
behind
shuttered windows

the heat
is threat
enough
without
his pate
of hate
afoot

we avert
our eyes
as he
passes
by

Tomatohead