poem 32

by dog e relaford

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my dog and i went walking down a shady lane the dog turned into a spider i turned into the king of spain i sat alone on my golden throne ruling my turbulent land and wished i was a horseshoe crab crawling through the sand i wished i was a monkey playing chess with nero in rome or a wandering minstrel wandering the earth without a home i wished i was a hippo grooving in the mud i wished i was noah riding smoothly on the flood i wished i was a doughnut in a shop in cincinnati or a connoisseur of diamonds saying those aren’t real, are they? i could be all sorts of things or so it seems but i still have to pay the rent because life is a strange dream next poem