Charles Bukowski

Dogfight

he’s a runt
he snarls and scratches
chases cars
groans in his sleep
and has a perfect star above each eyebrow
 
we hear it outside:
he’s ripping the shit out of something out there
5 times his
size
 
it’s the professor’s dog from across the street
that educated expensive bluebook dog
o, we’re all in trouble
 
I pull them apart
and we run inside with the runt
bolt the door
flick out the lights
and see them crossing the street
immaculate and concerned
 
it looks like 7 or 8 people
coming to get their
dog
 
that big bag of jelly with hair
he ought to know better than to cross
the railroad tracks.
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