Eyebrows of a Dog

. . . and it was then that I realized he was my equal. 

He knew it and I knew it, yet there I was, drunk, drinking whiskey and eating bits of salami and cheese and throwing him the occasional morsel like I was Henry the 8th or some shit when really I was just another drunken asshole with a dog who loves him and looks up at you thinking, "Really? Again?" 

George Carlin was right, it's their eyebrows that get you.

(a stream of consciousness while reading 'Post Office' by Bukowski)

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2016

Summer Haiku

The Universe is

experiencing itself

through my consciousness.

Playful cat chasing

summer shadows, unaware

the hawk chases him.

Observing the fly

walk the blades of summer grass,

I feel like a god.

The Journey of Life:

stumbling between two dark holes

alone with reason.

Morning dew lingers

then hangs heavy in the air

spurned by listless clouds.

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Fat woman snoring

across the aisle, a bad day

to forget headphones.

On awakening,

fat woman eats her Cheetos--

My diet starts today.

Son of Fat Woman:

reeks of smoke, saggy pants, hoody.

We do not judge...much.

Full figured woman

losing gravity's challenge,

I wish her good luck.

-Amtrak, Fremont to Sacramento

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Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   Summer 2016