Black
Dog
Return,
labrador retriever, to the house
of
your much-loved bitch, seek a way in.
I
know: it’s enough to make you whine, you, worn out
in
your old age, bad breath, your gums a
nasty
red, your failing kidneys.
The
lumps on your paws slow down your
former
tempo, your heart bangs away in the wrong
place.
Go on, return to your loved-one’s house.
She
strokes with her eyes, beckons with her ears,
between
the paws under her tail sparks
shoot
up that set you all ablaze.
So:
do, re, mi, duet! sings the clarinet:
give
your girlfriend your great male charm, approach
her
with affection, stretch out your crimson tongue,
feel
your heart beat and know as of old:
she
has a place for you, move that black coat of yours,
grow
back to your first night. Lug yourself
afterwards
off to your basket, poor old chap,
look
up, look down, music evokes the urge,
One
last spiral turn and sleep.
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