"Dogman" by Donna Kuhn the dogman is a totem, he is wooden and shorting out the dogman has a beautiful animal, he has too much to do he wants your stockings, his beautiful dolls sweat in the bewildered soup and go home; they need help im sitting too close and the writer has to go to the trees in a real direction; i eat chocolate but he's a lemon himself the bad girls are shorting out, they are not belonging and their fingernails are in colorado, there is no lemon in my hand and i start to have seizures, dakota and i cant cope with your beauty and i disagree; the dog is wooden but the nightstockings are shorting out, the dog is bewildered and he needs to go home; there are no toys i cant cope with dakota, she's wooden, mean and beautiful, she wants bewildered toys for her grief; to the trees, grief is an emotion the nighstockings go home, there are no toys i have that she wants the bad girls are in colorado; they have no lemons the dog is bewildered and he cant cope; dakota, she's mean beautiful trees; the shorting out dogman, his dolls are in the soup he has a lemon in there; no, get out; my dog cant cope and she's mean with grief, her toys are out and trees are emotions to cope with help, im in the trees and i have to go, i disagree in your short wooden trees i have the lemon, i have no dog, nightstockings her beautiful emotion About the Author: Donna Kuhn is the author of several chapbooks and books of poetry and an artist and dancer as well. She lives in Northern California. Email: donna@onlinewebart.com