Dog-star on the brain

This poem won Second place in the 2003 2-Day Poem Contest

Barometric saraband: triple-time dance of the thermometer, heat


You fumble for meaning in sweat & inevitability; damp sheets,

inexhaustible sheep & sleep

is a backwards counting of cloven-hoofed creatures & mistakes. (Beguile

the night with

a litany of un-shuteye woes & weather-done-wrong-bys . . . confess

confess confess . . .)


Drought-resignation (litmus-inertia). A spin spin spin cycle of thermal

blankets & hot wash

without water (every faucette tapped-dry and misspelled out of the


A blight on the cursed calendar! A curse on those out-of-this-world dogs!



Unyielding heat. The sun is bloodhound-determined, a relentless badger.

And you . . .

you've lost the will to refrigerate. The last cool shelter now more remote

than Kairo (the sky

has stifled you with paradox & foreign spellings): Amygdala, amygdala . . .


The dogs above angry but you float indifference, a triple-time cloud of


& seashore. Brain-sultry; rain-watery sun. Amygdala, amygdala. A

barometric saraband.

Published online June 01 2003.

This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.

Art of the Game cover image

This piece was published in ‘Art of the Game,’ the Summer 2003 issue of CV2.

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