Dogs Get Into the Damndest Places

The dog days of summer
chewing on my consciousness
that ran free
exploding as a nova
dying out before it began
Perhaps a lemonade
to counter the thirst
as the humid air
of these dog days
pull moisture through my skin
leaving a dry husk
letting the dogs drag me
slumped in the porch
rocking chair
wasting away even as
the heat-induced hallucinations
bring me to adventures
I so desire

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