A Dog Named Oney
Poems
By David Weber
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To Marlin and Daughters Susan, Nancy and Rebecca
Table of Contents
A Blasphemous, Megalomaniacal Extrapolation
A Dog Named Oney
Democracy
Don't, Darling
For J.L.
How My Painting Teacher Failed Or, What Was Wrong With Me
I Hope
In Her Eyes
Love Bread Song
Manny
Music for M
Not a Poet
One Sentence
Pubescent Artist
Retired
Sermon
Snapshots
The Math of Love
The Sadness of Loving
This Morning
Tomorrow I Will Be
WWIII?
A Dog Named Oney
A Blasphemous, Megalomaniacal, Extrapolation
A burning image beckons, sensations in my musculature,
Bees in the crevices between brick and shingle,
Disturb my orient sense.
Despite or because of the powerful phenyls I sprayed
Bees through sealed windows - died on my bed.
Was it shelter from the poison they sought?
Or me?
Here I am,
One killer among multitudes,
Fearing mortality,
In terror of aging's disintegration,
Asking,
Is time God's spray aimed at the Devil
Which he managed to avert, but drenched
Humanity instead?
A Dog Named Oney
Get past the fact
A dog grasps well
To the matter of pause
In the dog dish
Of marriage
And its dog-eared song
Offered for love.
Splintering jaws
Lightly hold a hand
In its Husky-Terrier mouth.
Alaskan genes
Strictly obey,
But the terrier spite
Jumps the fence.
Lightening response
To my light demand. The lowered head
To my displeased glance.
We charge and feint on the living room rug,
Two young boys who love their play.
Will those who've worked their vows for years
Recapture such elemental fun?
Fur on the floor.
This mutt needs a leash, he's due for shots,
He's not well trained.
He scares the child with his Alaskan dance.
Give him to someone who'll let him run,
The lesser hassle is worth the tears.
Go on, give up the hound.
The bark of my lust
Stands on all fours.
Don't look away,
News underfoot is for mud and pups.
I'm the man who sings through his pores.
Democracy
The majority that votes for fear
Uproots all the hydrants,
The same majority that let you go on screaming in your crib.
Fear is undoubtedly elected , but hope is President,
And love flows, veiled, anonymously on.
Don't Darling
Don't darling, run from my advance.
If I pounce, open jawed, salivating, eyes popping,
Do not withdraw, face askance.
Fear not my hot coal hopping,
My encircling arms about you,
Oh so tender. It is a dance
Not unlike the Watusi that I do,
A ballet adoring fingers, wrists, toes,
Oh so slender.
It's those skinny slits of green eyes not of fashion,
For that piquant nose I pose a lecher.