fetch boy

i have been trying

to write more

but writing more about writing more

is writing less

and trying too

*

days pass

like dog’s piss

no territory unfulfilled

no yellow too cowardly

despite the jumping

and shedding

into dust

that will one day clog

up a vacuum cleaner

waste a grunt

dirty a few fingers

and swallow some space even

when i have gone

to pass other days

like that same dog

that chases the ball

forgetting it hasn’t

been thrown yet

*

give me hope

dear

for you come from

a universe

that before it became It

did not know it

but can now conceive the

wildest dreams and ideas

like an endearing universe

that gives hope

from nothing

and from little nothings too

like holding your

hand if only

for a short while

in the scheme of things

that seem quiet hopeless