A Lyric

Pads on the blacktop
Pads on the dirt
Same run across my neck at night
Lover's careless hurt

Fingers on the rope
Two wrestle four
Negotiate
What this patrol is for
Smell of fellow dogs
Sight of villain cats
A mark for mark
Canceled tit for tat

Pads in the morning fog
Pads in midnight dark
Same ran across my neck last night
Left a big red mark

Lips on the maw
Teeth mind the lips
A savored taste
Of red rocket's tip
A nudge for nudge
The flesh it yearns
It does not care
Of what kith it burns

Coarse speech of dog
Coarse howl of man
The dancing partner
Understands
A want to be touched
A want to give touch well
A fine arrangement
This for Hell