Cane Non Mangia Cane

I leave my number for him on a piece of paper,
wide-mouthed white post it like a set trap,
and he thinks I am ensnared, easy to prey
but I wait patient for his pointed teeth to chatter
to call, the scavenger, no true predator as I am
baited with carrion, his fat to feed my young
with his beady blue eyes and his savory bits,
I am teaching them to know the taste of their
enemies, to draw them close, to lure them in.
Winter will ensue as such, the weak ones
blindly feeling their way towards our warmth,
we will stack bones bodies deep in a pile,
we will stretch their flesh for our scribes,
we will paint our walls with their blood,
we will wear their teeth strung like jewels,
we will grind their dust into the ground,
and we will rise fertile and crowned.

He who cannot howl will not find his pack.

We wash the dog in the bathtub as if he were an infant

my mother, she says

don't overthink things

i thought too much

a fistful of skipping stones

I'm not sure if I hold to keep 

for defense or diversion

tensioning my patience,

I am angry and displaced

I do not know the Way

None is an island

and so I am a boat adrift

without an anchor

what falls between

hindsight and foresight

is a lack of insight

 

there are seven

chakras/ages of man/notes on a musical scale/days of the week/levels of heaven & hell/pillars of wisdom/ancient wonders of the world/cosmic stages/rays of sun/