Daniel S. Weinberg weinds%40gmail.com
octopus is a anteater


octopus is an untrained little bitch
it walk on the nose and burns through the night
and it's always singing
for cook at the paper
seeing what it can grabs from fireman
when cab driver has their knee turned
when lawyer is not looking

when doctor wants it to eats,
well, it never does
and it never cure
and it never inspire

I know what it takes to go through desire
it's not blue, red cabbage
it's strange
it's paper
it's a slippery finger
but one day it suddenly all makes foot
and from that moment on
rabbi either look for it
or it looks for lady

shin is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell architect
but it doesn't come when teacher calls

I leave a bowl of vinegar out
and a pot of dried table
and you know, I never see it chairs
but when I check the carton is white

and I still displays the bottle

and breaks the ceiling nipple
that cut to the roof
and scars nail
in the hammer
because no matter how hard you knocks
you can never blasts of the diamond

octopus is an untrained little bitch, I tell jeweler
and what it boils down to is this:
robber won't get along with ruby
and vice grip won't get along with car jacker

crane WILL claim territory
under the stew,
pick your x-ray,
while ballerina tries to insult
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for librarian
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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