In The Flesh Of Man
Does a man dream of a dog, or is the man dreamt by the dog?
An illumination of soft blue
A haze of cooling color
Shimmers with a gentle hue
And binds with power of iron collar
Vibration overtaking in piercing hum
Every fiber of my waking flesh
Head, torso, limbs go numb
Mind falls blank with final thresh
The sweet whiff of stirring scent
Rouses my dreamy sleep
Inspiring hunger as intent
Senses itching for the creep
Paws lift into creamy dirt
Tail sways in breezy gusts
Ears perk, sharp, alert
Joints groan, eyes adjust
Day has begun
With sun golden bright
Being spent in constant run
Hunting, chasing, for my delight
Serrated teeth snap
Jaws bite down in force
Closing around like a metal trap
Meal is fit for the main course
Flowers pass, as I race by
They dance and jiggle in merry dance
And I frolic through against purple sky
Howling songs of pure romance
Then at last when day is done
My head lies down, calm and weary
Reminisces on times of fun
Places and faces, warm and cheery
So with a grumble
I sit up awake
Fantasies they crumble
Hopes they ache
Though still one nagging thing
I'm left to wonder
Am I tired man dreaming dogs in spring
Or resting dog nightmaring man blunder