Shade (written 10/98)
Let the wind blow down
The fur tickling my skin and
My mind sleeping sound
Panting isn’t helping
Sweat just trickles off my tongue
Where is some water in this chaos
When will the ride be done
Will we make it to the next stop
How far to grassy shade
When the blaring music stops
I pray I’ve got it made
Just give me place where I
Can lay and rest
The cool white top will work
But it’s not the best
Holy shit I don’t have a handle
How I loathe curves and stop
Everyone always needs something
Like water dips or pops
I am not trusted to stay
Like dog, woman, or man
When all I really desire is to
Sit in the shade of the van