Dogs the Necessity

nobody screws with my ladies
on brown bottled fishtown nights
that makes real track marks on
cross streets of shoeless johns
it could only be the quarter
musical point of pauses
freaky stuff that nods in traffic
my lost boys social occasion
i mean this now this time
talk or the need and find
it’s audience on the counter
tears me up for the friend
& barks at all the kittens
we are more than one tree