In the Clear

Canine exhales my steam-faced spit bath tippy toed

Noses nippy cold

Touch, I'm looking up through gnarling gashers, through drooly jowls peering into my peer

Canine ate seven sick five year olds

Canine ate seven sick five year olds

Baretoothed brawls lost what they unmindedly kick

We shrug, and they barely bear hug

Grapple down to the ground, it's the same ground grounding us, the same ground

Grounding those that ground us

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, Lost

"Time to move on," they say

I'm sorry, but you gotta go

I'm hoping once I'm a big kid and I look down to the ground

Seem further away

Canine ate seven sick five year olds

Canine ate seven sick five year olds