Michael Shepherd - ! They only feel real when...

‘they only feel real when
pretending to be themselves…’

sometimes, psychology and poetry and philosophy
come close together; and like a dog
meeting another dog for the first time,
we’re cautious – that statement has legs
and claws and teeth … do we want to meet it,
might it be more fierce than it looks,
is it that ‘too much truth’ which mankind - says poor Tom -
cannot bear?

our tails quarter-wag, wag and stop,
our weight’s on our back legs,
caution is advised..

we’ll back away right now,
wait for the next meeting;
meanwhile, there’s always the tree to sniff,
a sharp reminder of the bone we’ll gnaw,
hide, dig up yet again, and gnaw…
gnawing on our own blood not the bone,
living a dog’s life, a dogged life,
mongrel, thoroughbred, alike:
.

only feeling real, when
pretending to be ourselves.

Michael Shepherd

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