Friday, 26 November 2010

#95: The Dog And The Man And The Other Dog (The Disappointment Thereof)

Nothing really happened.

No understanding passed between them,
no flicker of kinship leapt synaptic sparkwise

from one hound's eyes to the other's.
The man smoked a cigar he'd found in an old jacket
and thought no smart thoughts,
just turning over the possibility of taking his car
in for an MOT, his mind a tumble dryer,
the dogs like tofu facsimiles of dogs,

the big top behind them
burning to the ground.

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