COLLAR

collar what’s that I don’t know what that is with all do respect

that was a close one

it happens every time you’d think that at some point you’d learn

assume the dog play position

a gesture that does not go unrecognized

in cast iron minutes of nomenclature being a person of astute stature coupled with the theme music that plays as I walk on my hind legs

I hereby pick cotton and give it to algodon who lives in the area above the stairway that is a metaphor for a portal or something you’d usually see on a cruise ship

truman capote once compared it to while under the covers making whoopie with betty crocker who in some circles was written off as a hapless kerchief when in effect she was closer to being a hopeless romantic than anything else

besides it wasn’t until the pre dawn hours that strutting of stuff and/or the hitting of strides starts to hit its stride and strut its stuff analytically