Saturday, September 04, 2010

German shepherd


As you led a dying bird
on the back of your
throat,
to a stream of water
and I could not bend
my tongue outwards
to bite how much I
love you, not
bark.

Posted by de vries at 9:40 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Don't come home a fishin'
(with loving on your mind)
Some ol' fish a stink
newer ones a bite,
just stay out there on the pier
and see what you can find.

There's plenty of fish in the sea
(and also shark infested waters)
whatever lure you're using is
working pretty well, trust no other
reel in the prey, dying by its throat
"Hello, how do you like my little boat?"


[werde blind vor Eifersucht da, de vries...]




german shepherd

December 27, 2010 at 4:29 AM

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