Theatre

Walking the movie
Too much time for a hungry dog, even.
Trotting lost in ashcan alleyways,
sniffin' for a scrap.

Your heart is a hunk of
bubbly flesh.
A piece of meat for the hungry hounds.

I took my dog for a walk.
He took me latterally through time.
All the while, my legs were jelly,
cement receding into wild trails.

At the end of the movie,
I'm the heartless boy in the ashcan.