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from Dogless Dogwalk by Dan Cooper

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A Brockworth breakfast of hot Bockwurst
A shot in the salty sausage arm
Gone sponge soft
Clambering to the soffit
Washing in the gutter

Bursting blisters into boiling brine
Brechtian Alienation
Caffeined scalp sodomite
with Shiny object syndrome
Irritates my sisters ulcers

The answer is anybodies
Up for grabs my hands are above my head
And the plans have been scrapped
Living off re-caps
The pillows flat, my dream is golden aged

I’ve lost my imaginary friend
I can’t just make a new one
It takes too long
You have to build them from the inside outward

Out and about in the evening
The seasons out of reasoning
It was seasoned at the beginning
Now it’s crawling to injury time

Rinsed cold an iron grey
Tempered steam, Leaking vapour
like evaporated dew of
Flowers violently preserved

All the things I panic bought
Past their sell by and have started to turn
Strawberry and Coffee cremes are all thats left
of the quality street

I miss my dog more than I can write down
or say out loud
or sing about
I miss him so much, my life feels like an unnecessary epilogue

I wish there was still a basket of wool
and tens of different sized knitting needles
living by the waste paper bin at the side of the sofa

Rocking back and forth
twiddling thumbs
Got some nice chicken
Thought we could have sandwiches

Sat across from each other on a hungover Sunday
It was the best therapy, the tea,
the dish washer swills
Solitaire and online banking on an old laptop before I leave

You ask for updates on my friends
Always keen to know the gossip
The only problems I don’t tell you
are often my own

I’m excellent at repression
I store things away until they bubble over
All going off at once
like an accident in a firework factory

I call it washing machine brain
As they spin around like a tornado
and I’m stuck in the eye
watching it all fast forward

I’m really bad at chess
But I love playing
It feels natural to lose
Although I have this ego

It’s a self serving service
a pinnacle of under promise
all potential apologised for
first to be ill-informed

A human missed call
A feeble failed fumble
At five foot four
Heart going four to the floor

A panic attack twat
A novelty mouse mat
A hit the road Jack
A ship that sank

A crank
A hack
A who’s that

Tanked
Wack
Just really really bad

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from Dogless Dogwalk, released April 2, 2021

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