Sunday, May 21, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 245 - Illicit Pet


Illicit pet

this dog brings a slim cigar
to smoke before the heater

god knows
only pets

have vices left
me here I eat plants

breathe into my pain
a seated silent self-aimed

penitentiary     the
 locked in one

he    puffs out rings
around me  runs the circles

I colour in   call
mandalas  tear out of

books and get a price
to frame

8 comments:

  1. a friendly pat on the ribbs of this illicit pet! Nice poem Kerri, I love the images, the rhythm and especially your sense of humour!

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    1. you've made me mad for what the other one's said Mr Robert.

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  6. Very tight indeed in a loose kind of way Kerri (:

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  7. A strong sense of poise in this one, great stuff!

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