luck dragon lament (a poem)

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Luck dragon I love you,
You little weiner head,
Yes, I love you, yes I do.
You’re so squishy and licky,
A pup in the grass,
Sun-baked, hot dog, yes,
A little worm,
Laying in the light.

Goddamnit,
You’re driving me mad,
Yapping like some sort of freak.
Ugh. It’s constant noise.
Perpetual drama,
And outbursts of self-importance.
Noise noise, with you.
Clang! Clang!
Shut up!

She’s insane.
Isn’t she, yes she is.
The misdirection,
The conducted projection,
The tubes and light
Transmuted—just shut up already.

Settle down.
It’s nap time now,
You silly luck dragon,
Wild wiggler,
Rest your head,
And let’s both doze.

The bell, and the peace erupts,
The button pushed,
And the whole house goes to hell.
The blast of wild,
That little electrode,
Popping off a parade,
A passionate display of protest
And pack behavior.

I love you too,
But damn—
It’s just your mom coming home.

Maybe they do know.
And the precious moment of now—
All we have—
They get that.

Little baby, luck dragon,
Snoopy flooper, wiggle squid—
Yes, you’re my furry little warm friend.

Okay…
Daddy’s gonna take his medicine now.
Gotta put you down for a minute.