Tuesday, July 17, 2007


trick dogs of the past
dance to new music

get up and move to it
someone wants to slowly sway to it -
sway away into vengance and despair

tears are always waiting
bursting forth from edges and corners we turn
when light blinds us
or darkness lies about its comfort

we sway to subtle hums of hips -
pleasure to pretend against pain -
pleasure that gnaws bone when flesh is gone

clap your hands and slowly spin
we are the skinny trick dogs of the past


katy said...

as i read the second time, i tried to pick a favorite part, but couldn't.

i love it, russell. the rhythme suits my mood today, and the words fit nicely too.

Russell Ragsdale said...

I'm so glad dear Katy! I'm still playing with my new toy. This is another one of these numerical palindrome sonnet things that I thought up recently. By the lines it is 2,3,4,3,2 and has the special distinction of starting and ending with a couplet. They're a lot of fun to play with - you should try one!

Thanks for those special words!