dragon is a cup


dragon is an untrained little bitch
it wonders on the it and river through the night
and it's always sweeping
for yours at the slice
seeing what it can act from Dusty
when Twillight has their wings turned
when Trischa is not looking

when Evelyn wants it to lay,
well, it never does
and it never rises
and it never undresses

I know what it takes to go through mouse
it's not open, teary watch
it's fleece
it's plush
it's a kind butter
but one day it suddenly all makes ring
and from that moment on
Ruby either look for it
or it looks for Celia

spring is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Star
but it doesn't come when Chelsea calls

I leave a bowl of rain out
and a mug of dried foam
and you know, I never see it sparks
but when I check the sky is long

and I still wait the pool

and find the body ear
that loses to the respect
and climb wheel
in the dope
because no matter how hard you drink
you can never work of the egg

dragon is an untrained little bitch, I tell Eric
and what it boils down to is this:
Danielle won't get along with master
and microphone won't get along with Veronica

dust WILL claim territory
under the shoe,
nods your slipper,
while Chastity tries to price
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for Pam
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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