3.21.2006

furblown and thrashed out


/bark bark bark

I've been
roamin' on a road trip
what's the dog to do?
gone to see some family and trying to be true
but you know i was hidin' behind those mirrors, Q.

just like that overstuffed control freak of pink
bike week i think
i was blowing past tons of ink
calling attention to the dark in a blink
glance into the rearview he's
unsnapping his holster
brother does your cojones that bolster?
and now the familiar heart sink
yeah....
I'm minding my manners for the FHP too
a little bit of rebel with a lot more of a clue.

through the county that holds
the place of
my birth
rolling hills; the good earth
landscaped with coolant-hued sink holes
and the horse of famous video roles
the first days back
had an attack!
my wild home was now whack
*check yourself dog*
the now is all there ever is
these new people coming in?
they don't know what it's been, to them
its a biz.

but i remember the bayhill fog
rising off marsh and swamp
now its a country club
dangerous ground
to romp
no criticism
just witticism
on manicured greens and society scenes
the marketed promise of the joy it brings
but no people bypasses life's sorrowful things.
listen,
just focus on the fragrance of orange
blossoms at night
the osceola turkey. the osprey flight.

the red-tailed spread that rust to shield me

from the sun
i looked for the natives
but there were hardly none
earth-moving yellows with jaws like a shark
building new places
named for the things
they took apart

dear WALT!
it ain't your fault
your happy creation was
a mouse
that became a rat
and a concrete paradise at that
they bought it all
to present a fake florida to ya'll.

i'd rather look at
mullets, camaros, skynard clones and chrome
much more than this
kitsch reinvention of my home

*just saying*

"silk" is an escape pod
for all occasions
flee away dog from the sun-people raisins
to the interior of oak hammock and moss
i expected the change
but not the loss
new rules for the neighborhood
and the end of the ranches
asphalt and walls and
hurricane branches
the concrete tee-pees and dixie fried chicken
are MIA or taking a lickin'
to gentrification and attrition
its my highest mission
to enjoy what still is
and not what's missin'
and besides
my mama lives there
is there any better reason
this season to bear?

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

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27 Comments:

Blogger infinitesimal said...

Hello puppy, what a nice photo of you!!

I have very little energy tonight, but wanted to know i missed my trusty Rottie.

Was your Mom doing well? I hope so. Did you visit Bogs? shoulda coulda woulda...

Goodnight.

6:45 PM  
Blogger K9 said...

/bark bark bark

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl i missed you far, far more than my plush ottoman! my mama is fine, but tiny and fragile.

good to see you vanille.

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

6:22 AM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

DAWG!! Youse back in the yard!!

Ole' Aunty likes this verse:

"i looked for the natives
but there were hardly none
earth-moving yellows with jaws like a shark
building new places
named for the things
they took apart"

Yeah, pup, I knows, I knows....this heah Crackerville lady knows what'cha mean.

And also you brought me a wry smile with that concrete Tee Pee...nobody knows dat stuff round heah (blog world) --not even Bawgs, I wager.

Youse missed, you know, in more'n one yard.

7:31 AM  
Blogger temporary imposition said...

hey k9 - I really like aunty belle . . I'm heading over to her back porch to get me some lemonade - if it's for the takin - and some wisewords. Nice. Her comments always bring a smile.

8:56 AM  
Blogger ardlair said...

woof woof

small scotty dog here.......dont' worry done all my pissin for just now.

have taken your advice...........

10:28 AM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

no, he didn't come to see me, the dirty dog! probably didn't see Mr. Q either... so you were in Daytona and O-Town for a bit? cool... it's best to watch out for that FHP - they are into "profiling" and will take money from you if you can't prove it's yours...

welcome back...

nice pic, btw... did you have any "service animals only" problems at rest stops?

10:36 AM  
Blogger K9 said...

/bark bark bark

bogs, i AM a service animal.
ask the ottoman.

/howl

11:13 AM  
Blogger Mr Q said...

K9, Just 10 min away from the stop in that pic and I probably waved at you from the cigar shop on the 1.9.2. so close, now so far away, oh well. I don't mean to soften up here but that was a beautiful poem, very heartfelt and visually refreshing. Should have stayed for the battle dawg. The place will soon be a Trump Tower by the way things are shappin' up round here. Maybe next time.

1:51 PM  
Blogger infinitesimal said...

HEEEYYY!!

You swore your ottoman loving days were over! You told me you threw her into the dumpster!!

Just can't say "no" to that plush, plush lovin' huh ??!?

jes' keep it on the low-low...

I got a reputation to uphold!

3:14 PM  
Blogger K9 said...

/bark bark bark

Q,

that's a big 10-4. I shoulda stayed for the battle but cash is king i learned in the first round years ago.
so keep snapping those Qpix of the wild things.

In narcoosee i was talking to a guy about all the development -the strain on the country people cause all the new arrivals don't want the goats and chickens and trucks out front. why the hell do they come out to the country then?

the guy also said the turkeys were just standing out in the fields in broad daylight now not even under cover cause there wasnt any. i kept thinkin' i was going to puke; the more i heard.....seriously, Im older than you and i remember when out between O and St. Cloud was primordial!

Q, i considered trying to get together with you and bogs but then i thought it would just be too creepy to suggest. Like you posted once before, who the hell is anybody really in blogland? for all you know I could be a psychotic freak posting from my pit in the basement. Ya'll crossed my mind quite a bit as i took in the rapid changes in CenFla.

I'll be back in a month-6 weeks though so if you like to live dangerously then think about it. great to see you Q! thanks for the kind words on the poem. and again, no Quords for the big good-bye.

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

3:26 PM  
Blogger K9 said...

/bark bark bark

vanille, now we's all talking like aunty belle aint we?like Q says we get all infected by each others speak and start talking 3-D!

plush plush lovin..........LOL. hey have you heard about the furries? um, these are some people (grown up people) who put on full body plush animal suits and well.....i am moving to izelandia before i meet a giant rabbit in an alley or something.

/wag

3:32 PM  
Blogger Ben said...

Hello K9

Shoulda known that a big dog can take care of himself. But yep, I did miss you.

I grew up in a famous Swiss tourist town (Lucerne). Many, many, many American guests. Many people from Asia. Difference is that our town is famous for being a couple hundred years old - so the buildings do not go. But the amount of souvenir shops and faceless restaurants is sad to see.

Then, there is the other side: me as a multiple-times tourist in sunny Florida. You know, I admit it. I actually like WD-World. If you go in there like a child it is a lot of fun. But even as a visitor I can see change.

There used to be an old, unique pancake shop in Orlando. It's gone.

Down in Ft. Myers Beach is a little hotel that used to have old cottages on stilts. A bit trashed but oh so romantic. Those cottages are all gone now and in their place is? Right. A condominium tower. Got 400k to a cool million? You can buy a place there.

And I see more of those changes every time I am in the States.

I FEEL what you mean from looking around in my own home town. I can also see that - as a tourist in your home yard - I do not realize it.

Still, your post has given me an inside look at what your home used to be. Makes me a bit melancholic which means you have done well :-)

Hm. Getting older and saying goodbye. Not an easy thing.

4:07 PM  
Blogger Bird said...

woof!

i love that picture. glad to see ya. wondered for awhile there if you got lost and scooped up by the damn pound. can't trust those animal control folks.

send freya by to visit me. love to have her comments. i think i should change the name of those posts - sorrow garden. good call there K9.

soaring off...whoooooooooosh.

4:50 PM  
Blogger Mr Q said...

K9 I hear ya on the turkeys and people moving here. I came over 11 years ago and it was a bit more country. Freak beast in the basement, hmmm interesting. Heck, from what I know, were some sort of neighbors and yeah, there are some creeps moving into east shore there, some have chemistry degrees and all that other jazz that I don't listen to. If you do an unarmed drive by down here some time, email me to dry some Padrons, and get old Jack ready, or Johnnie. Sangiovanni rules! I'm sure you knew that.

5:36 PM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

Oh Dawg....sniff, youse so loved!! Looky now, how many of us missed you. Doan be runnin' off like that agin' wif out a laptop in yer dawg pack.

I seen you, I think! Yeah, t'was along bout where that picture was, down heah near Crackerville (nigh on to Holepaw) ....I'm sure I seen an ole' mangy black dawg on the lam, no owner in sight. Why pup, didn't ya know Ole Aunty B's porch was just around the bend?

But Q, why suh, I didn't know youse so close by, an all. My my....

6:31 PM  
Blogger Mr Q said...

Dear Aunty, yes I am 'round here too, small world is it not? Sometimes at magnolia square, sometimes by the fish camp, sometimes a little harmony and mix it with some drives down nova. Ahh yes, I love this neck'o da swamps aunty. Too bad you wont be getting Sangi's cyberspot.

7:14 PM  
Blogger infinitesimal said...

Hey CHOCOLATE PUPPY,

Are you watching that show on FX ON WED nights? 9PM,
It is called:

Black White

They airbrush makeup onto a black family and make them white, and a white family to make them black.

you should check it...

love,

~The Vanilla Bitch~

8:17 AM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

"for all you know I could be a psychotic freak posting from my pit in the basement."

not for Q and I - no basements in Florida...

good question about who anyone really is in blogland... I'm not a real person, but an animatronic character, whose personality is a composite of others...

enjoy the rest of your stay here at the Magic Kingdom, or wherever your final destination may be...

8:42 AM  
Blogger K9 said...

/bark bark bark

an escapee from the hall of prezes bogs? definitely not from its a small world.

Q, aunty's not getting the bounty of Sangi's
wi-fi largess in orlando i bet!

vanille, i am on a TV ban! except for LOST only. you know i love that ana lucia. a little pistol.
(soft) grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. you'll have to tell me about black white. i did enjoy your mission impossible at ardlairs. nice writing there ms. thang, you feelin' better?

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

11:20 AM  
Blogger Bonnie Parker said...

Hello, blue dog... nice to see you enjoyed my blog... I liked yours too. Nice pictures. Black'n'white. I like pictures. I might steal some from you... but then again, that's what I do for living, isn't it? ( I could use some fierce creature like you on my rides....) See you!

10:28 AM  
Blogger Ben said...

Have thought again about your post. You know, each and every country is well advised to preserve nature and a bit of its own past as a nation.

Then again - even if mistakes are made - there is (among others) one special thing to be said about the U.S. that I admire about "you":

You are young. Still able to cahnge at an amazing speed. This is not so in most of Europe. There is - besides necessary preservation - a definite downside to castles and old houses and a long history:

It slows you down, makes your mind veeery heavy, veeery unwilling to look beyond horizons.

It's that state of mind that lets you say: "We have always done it like that. Why should we change it?"

Well, if that were a dogma the wheel would never have been invented.

Summary: Yeah. You're right. No. You're not.

2:50 PM  
Blogger Bird said...

woof!

your last comment on my blog touched me deeply.

ain't that the way with snortin', growling, drooling, steamin' brownin' big dogs? you are definately a true rot!

very glad for that chance encounter at whats-his-name's blog? (hahaha!)

send my hellos to freya as well. her comments were ... damn, i can never quite describe her comments - beautiful, insightful - those seem like paltry words.

whoosh!

10:29 PM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

damn, dog! you don't even need to post new blogs to get comments...

9:19 AM  
Blogger infinitesimal said...

UMM,

I DID see a thing on furries on the HBO. and it is ODD. But, whatever, I saw on the TV the way they have special little "areas" with "sheaths" made into the costumes...OK 'NUFF SED....

Come check out the ghost story that I will post over the weekend...

And PS:

Is that my SECOND Wag??
Have some dogsoup. There is an old grey bearded black dog with shanks called Rosco and two puppies, a lab and a springer mix and also a wee little sweater wearing toy terrier or something. They's all getting the leftover dogsoup.
I made it 'special for to help with the coats...

And hey, you sniffed it out!! I brought you a peanut butter carob cookie!!

GOO-BOUY!!!

7:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

who let the honds out????

k9 and freya have abandoned us. no new posts. few pawprints through cyberspace.

makes me want to poop on the carpet and chew on the furniture.

howl!

3:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes, woofie woofie. Woof woof woof. and woof. (Wags tail); Woof woof woof woof woof. (pauses for breath/recognition/acknowledgement/suspense. Woof woof woof woof woof (that last one for the neighbours). Woof woof woof woof woof (enjoying the vocal freedom/microphone, warming to the theme) Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof (kind of rolling over and luxuriating) woof (resignation)

10:22 AM  
Blogger Lady Lux said...

what a magnetic smile...sigh!

9:31 PM  

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