Dogs and sonsofbitches

I was traveling last week, very light
Alone at the airport
Well, aren't we all?
I saw a lady with a chihuahua,
sat beside me waiting for her flight.
I liked the dog,
Irresistibly cute it was.
Asked if i could hold it,
as tiny little pup it was.

I held it on my lap
played with it for a while.
Fiddled with its nose a little.
Then suddenly felt a warmth
and some trickling and tickling
That sonofabitch had peed
Relieved itself on my pants.

The lady smiled at me contritely
Said its because you smelled good
I smiled and felt not a bit surprised
Doesn't life shits at all those who smell good
Guess I was not good enough
That I had to settle with a pee..

Lunar addiction.

In the night
come out these flying flies
out of the fissures of the doors
like Isis from the tree of life
only the tree is now but a piece of wood
eaten away by mites over the time.

The flies, not able to see the moon
dance around bulbs & tubelights
for a while, an hour or two.
Trying to find "something".
Search desperately till they live.
Then suddenly they disappear.
Like dead bodies they fall
creating a graveyard of filth
yet failed to find the "thing".

But I see them everyday
without any intention to kill
Day after day they come and go
Out of the fissure
And into the soil.
While I just lay there
in the dark getting older by day
See millions of lives perish
in front of my eyes.