24th of April (after Galaxie 500)

It came to me in a vision
        (never trust a vision)
I would write 50 poems
on 50 dog biscuits, not real
dog biscuits, but er....
background images made to look like
dog biscuits, whatever dog biscuits look
        like, I don't have a dog

That's one poem per biscuit
per state of the US of A, you see
    a series of miniature verses,
      ecstatic yawps in a minor key
      enigmatic koans each and every one
            I gasp in wonder at the
            mere thought of them

And then I would, out of duty
      show them to the world,
          or 50 dogs, who would promptly
            refuse to look at them

Instead I got drunk and
looked at what was new on Netflix
            (I don't have Netflix)