A lumpen head
like eroded and rotted concrete
of statuary meant to impress
the superstitious
but forgotten in the malign fester
of junkyard and ghetto
sullen with waiting, hulking and scraping the fetid death-dirt,
the object of depravity seems less than alive, but sufficient of evil;
and in the eyes, bored out
of the deviant substance
by a maker talented only in abhorrence
look out, dim as algaed glass
and in the darkened and web-reddened cave of vestigial sight
knows only the target and the end
and till then will wait
and stare
at the passers by the gate.
like eroded and rotted concrete
of statuary meant to impress
the superstitious
but forgotten in the malign fester
of junkyard and ghetto
sullen with waiting, hulking and scraping the fetid death-dirt,
the object of depravity seems less than alive, but sufficient of evil;
and in the eyes, bored out
of the deviant substance
by a maker talented only in abhorrence
look out, dim as algaed glass
and in the darkened and web-reddened cave of vestigial sight
knows only the target and the end
and till then will wait
and stare
at the passers by the gate.
25 comments:
perhaps sadfalada
It seems Craven Desires has become the better repository of Pit Bull Poetry than Pit Bull Poet Laureate.
I think this sort of quietly patiently waiting may be of the more perilous sort than the enthusiasm of a more in your face violent sort that throws themselves with all their weight and might to snarl and bark at any passers by. At least these dogs are honest. I met such a dog tonight, taking a friend home. 6' of chain link, and my friend says he's out all the time. In fact, he mated with someones Cocker Spaniel mutt, and when the neighbor went out to shoo him away, he jumped their shorter 3' chain link fence, still hooked to little miss Cocker Spaniel mutt who is now germinating his spawn.
Never! Pit bull Poet Laureate is fantastic! I don't know who this is. Craven Desires attracts talent, that's all I know.
The poor cocker spaniel. I hope the owner knows they can have the spawn aborted.
cocker x pit, sounds like rosemary's baby.
cocker x pit, sounds like rosemary's baby.
hahahahahha
Great poem and yes I love the commenteriat on this blog!
cocker x pit = revenge of the bait dog .
True story - a close friend of mine rescued a Standard Poodle bitch from a puppy mill. Her next planned breeding was to be with a pit bull. Now THERE is a just-in-time rescue!
What would you call that cross? A pittle? A poopit?
"Meals on Wheels said...
I think this sort of quietly patiently waiting may be of the more perilous sort than the enthusiasm of a more in your face violent sort that throws themselves with all their weight and might to snarl and bark at any passers by"
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My thought is that much like a terrorist cell, this is the type of pit bull that will bide its time and wait for that perfect moment. The only thing holding it back is lack of opportunity, but we know some point in their life they "somehow get loose".
When I read of pit bull break in attacks on a neighbor, I do not doubt that the dog had the idea in its head for a long time and was just waiting for that perfect moment.
Of course, the pit bull the most perilous sort is the type that has only known love and kindness, and is a trusted companion of children. He has a name like Kissy Face or Snuggles. Or Pimpy Do Dah (Hello there facebook pit bull tribe!) He has been patently twaiting, and one day, it's the neighbor's cat or poodle, or the little old lady that went to get the mail, or the visiting grandfather, or it's a child, one the beast knew its entire life.
By the way, that Cocker Spaniel mutt got to hitch a ride over the fence with Mr. Pit Bull, still hooked together. Dog mating is really brutal, but this case seems even more so.
Ew! Only dogs could take an already unpretty act and turn it into The Flying Wallendas.
Oh well, at least it was a memorable date.
Anonymous "Flying Wallenda" comment cracked me up. What a great description. Though I am probably one of the few here old enough to know who they were.
Poodle and Pit bull did once agree
To merge their fortunes in a family tree
And upon a stately alleyway they formally met
attended by wagering, animal control
and unscrupulous vets;
said the Poodle to Pitbull's
lascivious smile,
You've got the Dogmeat while I have the Wiles
if you be uncomfortable with Milton, Socrates or Keats
I'll comfort you dear, with chunks of ill-gained meats
and playtime with Cesar, and tug-of-war with innocent tree
and tour of trailer park to prove my sagacity
That Poodles know best how Pit bulls be fullfilled
worry not your handsome head, so cubic square and crude..
continue in your mayhem, dear, I'll now enjoy my etude
And await your return, your heavy cretinous plod
So like a barbarian, forgotten, minor god
and each day enchant me with idiot rage or slobbering servility
And bless our union sweet and rare, with maladroit fertility.
But first this fine union be joined by a symbol of your house
An ornament you'll proudly wear as Poodle's wigglebutt spouse
encircling your mighty maw with bands of carbon steel
We'll seal your bite and seal the deal
so come down from there, my Dear, time enough,
for romance and rapine
and costume sex and playing rough
and with these rivets, dear, forever we'll be entertained
that in love or death, the master dog
Is by the cur restrained.
Are we agreed, Sir, in kind civility? How you do stare-- mindless as a bug-sprayed bee
let us consider now what comes most unnaturally
Curly-haired gals ain't cheap and ain't free.
^^^^Standing ovation!!!!!^^^^
so talented. thanks for sharing it on craven desires.
That HAS to be Sadfalada, no one could ever come up with such great words and rhymes!
OK now I'm inspired, it won't be as good, but there are a great number of things you don't have to be good at but can still enjoy!
There once was a Cocker named "Lady",
Although pampered and sweet, she was shady.
She was swept off her feet,
A Pas de deux in retreat,
Over chain link, two dogs making Babies.
And now little Lady is knocked up,
With that mean ugly pit bull mutt,
With coats short and curly,
Big maws, and so burly,
Too bad Lady was such a slut.
And what freaks will these puppies be,
With Cocker/pit bull in their family tree.
Sudden rage syndrome,
With jaws that can break bone
Sounds like quite the rabid pedigree.
anonymous poems are extremely compelling...
I was 3 feet back from my computer screen when this page opened.
I honestly thought the picture was of either a black leopard or black jaguar.
Awesome poetry.
Yes, that has to be Sadfalada! Awesome!
You've got the Dogmeat while I have the Wiles
if you be uncomfortable with Milton, Socrates or Keats
I'll comfort you dear, with chunks of ill-gained meats
Seriously, Keats has never been a rhyming couplet with "ill-gained meats" ever!
And meals - also awesome!
And now little Lady is knocked up,
With that mean ugly pit bull mutt,
With coats short and curly,
Big maws, and so burly,
Too bad Lady was such a slut.
seriously, the best limerick eva!
We need to host an annual Pit Poetry Slam!
Great idea!
I like to visit the animal shelter on weekends to help exercise and socialize the puppies. This past weekend I played with a darling little collie mix puppy. After playtime I put his leash on and led him back to the kennel.
As I walked down the row, all of the dogs started barking at me. That's of course, normal. Somebody walks past a kennel and they bark. Every dog focused on me and barked except for one, who laser sighted in on that puppy and began throwing itself against the chain link in a frenzy.
I will give you one guess what kind of dog it was.
There once was a working gal named Cocker
Who would tease and entice and then blocker
Charms from the damn-near happily dead
eject them from her busy shed
piling up Pit bull corpses, a mysterious shocker.
That is an ugly ass dog.
Pit nutters like to dress their dogs in innocent looking attire so they appear cuddly and crap. But they are still shovel headed and ugly as demon spawn. Ugly.
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