Dogma Park

by Christine Young

Rhetoric nips Achilles.
Bombastic orders
barked loudly.
Pacing in a pack.

Fed undigested kibble.
Clamped in jaws like Frisbees
and tossed from mouth to ear to mouth
to heart.

Subjective ramblings.
Licking the balls of integrity.
Drooling and roaming
pissing on logic’s leg for territories.

Unleashed they grow
becoming a new pet.
Unless somebody calls the warden.

© 2003 Christine Young

Christine Young is a native Westsider who formerly wrote about other people's work. She is finding her stories can be told in both poetry and fiction. A love of music and words and how they work to create a mood brought the multi-talented and inspiring J. Scott to her attention. Christine is happy to be a link on his chain of words.

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