Mild Dogs of Armageddon

Pacific deep opiate sleep
blue-tinged eyelids and lips
restlessly raking for hours a day
prone to naturist fits
a heroin junkie the best of the pests
we'll miss him despite all of this
.Sammy


turning spirals glints of sun
blinding delicate flattened metal
slices air in the gentlest breeze
the wasps float by with pollen puffs
from juniper trees big and lush



the cold light shimmers
across the high desert plain
moments of silence
a cloudburst of sudden rain
just the sky, the earth, and you



see the self-proclaimed die
and burn out like small fry
watch the greediest rise to the top
or instead sow the acorn
of your own small side oak
and ignore the circus' Big Top