1
A man, who loved his dog, lost his dog.
The first place the man looked for his dog
was in his neighbor's back yard, where the
dog liked to relax, but the dog was not
there, and panic seized the man for the
first time since the war. 'The man next
door killed my dog,' he thought. That,
of course, was not true, the neighbor would
not kill a dog, and a few hours later the
dog was identified the fatality of a car
accident which occured two miles from their
houses, the neighbor hadn't left his house
ln two days and the dog had only been
missing since morning, but the man believed
the neighbor was guilty, and he purchased
five new larger dogs in an effort to drive
the man next door away.
2
That looks like a place where someone
would piss, the dog thinks. So he drags
his nose to it and sniffs. Nothing. Nothing
there, Such a setting and not a thing. The
dogs here must not understand the aesthetic
beauty of building corners. His pissing is
weak in his disgust. The dogs here piss
on those yellow hydrants, piss yellow,
with yellow predictability, yellow
simplicity.
Upon seeing another dog he struggles
through the throng of humans and takes a
closer look. Ah! A fine piece of ass! He
moves right up to her ass and sniffs. She
moves away quickly, ashamed. No head on
that one's shoulders, he thinks. Or, perhaps
she has converted to human morals? How can
someone find ass-sniffing offending? He is
an artist he believes, an artist at living;
every event, every object, every living being
and human, has made him outcast, for his
thoughts, for his acting dog-like to their
faces and asses.
3
The greatest living sculptors are dogs, dogs
lost in daydreams who emerge from their
complex relaxation
to partake of the nutritious gruel servants
present to them daily
with reverent bows. Then,
mysteriously::::Divine Inspiration?::::Earth
Goddess Muse?::::
Life Force?::::Driven by Madness?::::they
trot outside and create marvelous
excrement-sculptures.
They become famous instantly, their
sculptures generate
feverish excitement in their audience who
applaud
wildly wagging tail and tongue. Their
audience circles
the masterpiece sniffs it, rubs noses in it,
taste it,
sometimes even add to it::::great
collaborators. Then,
once quieted, they sit before the still warm
sculpture attentively,
head cocked, listening.