September 14, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment DIVORCED OF THE DOG It is without needing the farmer, that all these things are about to be warned off the rogering time and the useful views of you who do not know when to say no. It is without the use of the limbs and feet that all the dances encumber you with seances of numb and need. That is the way they all see it to be able to make it here is not to be able to make it there in the tree-lined suburb of Johannesburg where they all ask what to do with their useless dogs called man and woman of earthly presence and not foul named beings of youth like you and me. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...