O.G. Red Dog

Rights?

Fortnights in mud

Beggars wager, swagger

Trip

Red land taken by force

From Red Dog’s Indian Ancestors

Iroquoi, Sioux, Mosquito

(he’s the chief of each)

With no family left

No pure blood left unspilled

Spoiled by quotas and commissioners

Paid to play

Number by colors.

Some hues are not desirable

In an American painting

We royally prefer:

Green-green-gray

Fleshy-white-pink

Navy-blue-bruised-violet

Collar-starched-opal

Blood-soaked-desert-beige

Whitewashed.

Keep your

Tear trailed dirt shade

Boot stomped patterned red

Black on black ski mask cut out

Away from our

Glossy magazine spread

Eagle balding.

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O.G. Red Dog

Informed me of his

U.N. issued raincoat

With ID, two hundred

And the tape was amazing!

He had walked all of Frisco

Every neighborhood,

Telling everybody

Speaks nine languages

All the time recording,

He didn’t break a window

And resting in my driveway

Listening back,

The pigs took the vet downtown

Without hearing

How he’d just returned from his station

How the tape recorder belonged to United Nations

How he had received his duster

In service to his

Land of the free.

Watch the crowd thinning

From gas guzzling vultures

Trained to kill and leave

Decomposition

To the least composed.

Stone's Throw

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Second Ticket

Reprihensible--a sort of pleasure
When leisure leans back into leather
Coushioned soft from gravity spikes
The feel of ease at the sound of key strikes
Warming hands on a relaxed spine
A lack of space (what’s yours or mine)
A pregnant pause, a talk or two
A look of longing straight and true
A golden frame, a misplaced button
A healthy dose of care for nothing
Ask about my tell me ‘bout your
Touch my hair and strike up sweet scores
From dusty cardboard, needle scratched
“A Case of You,” a joint, a match
A comforter-cum-winter coat
The toe, the knee that rocked the boat
The second time now in the dark
A foggy glass, a bright blue spark
Some crooked teeth, a metal cap
A second ticket on the dash
It’s a sign, I’m sure (perhaps)
You fall asleep so fast