Esthetique du Chien
- Don McKay
Among humans, only
baseball gloves and vulvas, organs
who embrace their guests in velvet,
can rival my dog's nose,
Say hello. Pat his noble head.
Feel him lift your aura gently
lead it through frescoed passages
down to the furry boudoir of his heart.
Sweet Georgia Brown.
This is where your glands hang out,
this is where the band makes
gravy, thickening mix
with woofs and recollected howls, 'f you
don't like my taters how come you dig so deep, saliva
burbling down the long trombone.