Katarina
desk is a nose


desk is an untrained little bitch
it PHEW%21 on the pet path and jump through the night
and it's always QUAK%21
for monkeys at the bathtub
seeing what it can run from Quinn
when Katarina has their arm turned
when alyson is not looking

when kaley wants it to skip,
well, it never does
and it never talked
and it never licked

I know what it takes to go through house
it's not lumpy, soft umbrella
it's slimy
it's silky
it's a short puck
but one day it suddenly all makes toilet
and from that moment on
cody either look for it
or it looks for taylor

stick is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell jenny
but it doesn't come when abby calls

I leave a bowl of mountian dew out
and a bowl of dried nail filer
and you know, I never see it crawled
but when I check the bottle is long

and I still swim the can

and walk the nail polish finger
that pitched to the zebra
and dribble hippo
in the sidewalk
because no matter how hard you serve
you can never shot of the driveway

desk is an untrained little bitch, I tell summer
and what it boils down to is this:
joel won't get along with car
and bike won't get along with dani

door WILL claim territory
under the blanket,
passed your pencil,
while cory tries to toss
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for gerber
to shut their eyes

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Orginal poem:

death is a dog

originally written 7/8/98


Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking

when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead

I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you

Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call

I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty

and I still refill the bowl

and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell

Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you

she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes

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