May 22
LOOK! IF THE DOG SAID HE SAW IT, THEN....HE SAW IT! OK?
The dog said
he saw it.
The cat said
she saw it too.
Now, that cat hadn't
seen nothin', but...
wishing she had
she pretended she had.
That cat was
a notorious liar.
One couldn't believe
a meow
she had to say.
And yes, a passing parrot
seen it( or so it was said )
but, having just escaped
a cage
had paid no attention
whatsoever to it.
Parrot was greedy for
that blue stuff
folks called
the sky.
Fly away into its forever.
Truth to tell
there wasn't
a human to be seen.
So, that left only
the dog & the dog's
shadow
panting in the sun.
An old umbrella
lay abandoned &
had nothing
whatsoever to do
with it.
A baby's shoe
lay shipwrecked
amongst a sea
of *******.
It was a golden yellow
with a bright scarlet stripe.
The dog was thinking
about food.
That dog was always thinking
'bout food.
The dog snapped
at a flea that was
bitting it's
right buttock.
"What...was it?"
I hear you say.
"What...was...it!"
Well, now - I guess
you'd have to
ask the dog that. . .
This was an empty street in Malta so whatever was happening or had happened was...neither here or there. We were looking for the house Jan lived in when she was only a barefooted little urchin beside the bomb crater and the lemon trees. Crater and trees all gone now but the house( hemmed in now by newer modes of habitation)was still there. It was even too hot for the locals and I was busying expiring from such extreme heat but Jan was living in her memories and felt nothing but the glow of remembrances. When we got to the centre there was nothing but us and this here dog who woke up and woofed: “Wot?” Even the streets couldn’t take the heat and acted as if even they wanted to be somewhere that wasn’t there. Everyone had just vanished as if they had never been or been ****** up in an alien craft for experimentation. A science fiction spaghetti western. So this was my attempt to write about the nothing of it all so I pressganged the dog into the telling of the tale in order to make something of a nothing. Never did find out what it was all about…dog gone it.
The dog said
he saw it.
The cat said
she saw it too.
Now, that cat hadn't
seen nothin', but...
wishing she had
she pretended she had.
That cat was
a notorious liar.
One couldn't believe
a meow
she had to say.
And yes, a passing parrot
seen it( or so it was said )
but, having just escaped
a cage
had paid no attention
whatsoever to it.
Parrot was greedy for
that blue stuff
folks called
the sky.
Fly away into its forever.
Truth to tell
there wasn't
a human to be seen.
So, that left only
the dog & the dog's
shadow
panting in the sun.
An old umbrella
lay abandoned &
had nothing
whatsoever to do
with it.
A baby's shoe
lay shipwrecked
amongst a sea
of *******.
It was a golden yellow
with a bright scarlet stripe.
The dog was thinking
about food.
That dog was always thinking
'bout food.
The dog snapped
at a flea that was
bitting it's
right buttock.
"What...was it?"
I hear you say.
"What...was...it!"
Well, now - I guess
you'd have to
ask the dog that. . .
This was an empty street in Malta so whatever was happening or had happened was...neither here or there. We were looking for the house Jan lived in when she was only a barefooted little urchin beside the bomb crater and the lemon trees. Crater and trees all gone now but the house( hemmed in now by newer modes of habitation)was still there. It was even too hot for the locals and I was busying expiring from such extreme heat but Jan was living in her memories and felt nothing but the glow of remembrances. When we got to the centre there was nothing but us and this here dog who woke up and woofed: “Wot?” Even the streets couldn’t take the heat and acted as if even they wanted to be somewhere that wasn’t there. Everyone had just vanished as if they had never been or been ****** up in an alien craft for experimentation. A science fiction spaghetti western. So this was my attempt to write about the nothing of it all so I pressganged the dog into the telling of the tale in order to make something of a nothing. Never did find out what it was all about…dog gone it.
