A poem by Dash MacIntyre

Photo by Lachlan Ross

His eyes hang low afraid
though comforted by us around him
but it’s a false security
for we are not there to pull him through
not this time
and they put the needle in his leg ready for our cue
to flood his heart with the end
and we grab his paws one last time
kiss him on his head and grab his soft ears
nod
and he doesn’t fade away so much as in a second turn still
and tears come for the fifteen years he gave us
of laughs and amusement and big yawns and happy howls
and all the charming facets of his domestication.

A poem by Dash MacIntyre

Photo by Jamie Street on Unsplash

I am a slave to Pisces shackled into loves
and beaten splattered against dungeon walls
I am a loving sun too big for its own good
my fusion engines drained and dried greasy
in between flash flooding fission bursts
from visions of women I’d love to love
over-irrigating my ventricles and flaring out plasma rings
and everyone put on your sunglasses
I get no rest from my whole obsessions
they never end
and when one glows dimly at the edge of the event horizon
another dusty cloud plunges in and I’m burning up again.

A poem by Dash MacIntyre

(Photo by Leah Kelley)

A lovely girl wore flower dresses every day
even when it rained
and that’s what nourished my attraction
but I broke up with her for another lovely girl
who only wore flower dresses on sunny days
and my first musing lady stopped wearing them altogether
and the second didn’t work out either
and gave up too those floral reminders
of incomprehensible me
who loved those dresses so much.
This is my apology to the world for darkening it just a little
subtracting two pretty girls dressed in daisies
carnations orchids marigolds petunias and calla lilies
because I was not yet the man the darlings deserved
and it’s a misfortune for girls they mature much faster.

A poem by Dash MacIntyre

Photo by Helena Yankovska on Unsplash

…but now they wanna be cool again
so they go back to the city
but the riffraff is still there so they gotta move in slow
one neighborhood at a time the contagion gentlemen return
gentrifying conquistadors
with faux indifference and plaid shrugs
a few at first with authentic crime rate risk
and cheap housing forgotten by the metropolitan purse
till others see it’s not that bad
charming even
and then coffee chains grasp hands
and social mathematics take over
till the area is cliché and everyone tries too hard
and getting dressed takes too long
and parties of people circus about
trying out their various personalities
as they mingle conversations in their product placement lives.

Dash MacIntyre

Dash MacIntyre

Dash MacIntyre is a comedian, political satirist, and poet from St. Louis. He created the The Halfway Post, and is publishing comedy elsewhere as well.