Insensible as cinderblock, the dog
Sprawled across the couch, dangling its nose to
The carpet like a snoring turnip.
Middlin' size, brown & black & white, part this,
Part that. The sleeping dog broke wind, farting
A liquid staccato long & loud as
A Tchaikovsky cannonade.
The dog growled, sniffing wild-eyed, dumbfounded;
It barked, it bayed, booming deep & persistently,
"Timmy is in the well,
Danger Will Robinson, danger!"
Comically oblivious, free of existence
"Solids" & "gases", "cause" & "effect",
"Sphincters" & "intestines", dogs can only
Bark when confronting gaseous anomalies,
Yet this, this same epistemological*
Deficit, this same knowing ignorance
In the face of daily & opaque
Trivialities, this is me. I am that dog,
Eternally lost in the two a.m. alleyway
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