. . . So I Walk the Dog
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

From vaguely threatening headlines
I flee.
From a cataclysmic subtext
which is rarely absent , I flee
and scorn the substance of fear
which sits with self important confidence
beside my cornflakes like
a corrupt standing stone
fashioned to the wrong deity.

And always and also
has it seemed to some
that the sun might stagger from
its blood stained sheets ....and avenge.
So I flee the madness ...
and walk the dog.