LIFE IN THE TRENCHES: Romance, Rebellion and Running Amok: MY DOG CHARLIE AND THE BOY HE CALLS FRIEND

My name is Bob the Butcher of Bliss, aka: BP (Bryan Price). I am from Los Angeles. I am a poet and in my poetry, I call out "The Elephant". This blog is a hodgepodge of a lot of different "categories" of writing - poems, short stories, drawings, essays, observations, pictures, illustrations, literature, humor, emotional terrorism, satire, confessions, rants, philosophy, diaries, verbal diarrhea, personal journals, anthems, prayers, handshakes, war cries, hard-ons, heart flutters, lamentations, aspirations and proclamations. I have a strong sense of authorship and handle on the absurd. I say a lot of glib shit to keep a sense of humor about things that I probably shouldn't. Sometimes I drop the glib and lay it out there naked, sloppy, intimate and raw because it facilitates my true intent. Hope, love and beauty comes in the form of "The Elephant" when somebody says, "What the fuck is that" and the other says, "I see it too." I acknowledge "The Elephant" because there is strength in the "The Elephant". "The Elephant" has no shame. "The Elephant" feeds and is fed with those moments of "oh" and "me too." It gets rough sometimes, right? This blog is part of a concept/experiment based on an interaction between a stranger in Amsterdam armed with a sack of bird seed, a crowd of nasty hecklers and a flock of hungry pigeons with a strong sense of self. :)

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August 28, 2008

MY DOG CHARLIE AND THE BOY HE CALLS FRIEND

I just wanted to say that my Bernese mountain
Dog Charlie is sleeping in my room tonight.

My dog.

My wonderful dog.

I was homeless and almost gave him away.

I lost him in the mountains (actially this wannabe dog whisperer guy) and found him
Sitting halfway up a hill across a canyon at 11pm.

This is my dog. And I want him to live with me. But for now he watches me ((Ismell like rot and blood) and is at the foot of the bed. I can't see him- I just hear him
Sighing.

My dog. Such a silly
Cliché. But he is my dog. I love him. Two years. My dog.

God dammit.

I'm such a pussy. But ....

Posted by Bryan Price on August 28, 2008 at 12:41 AM in CONFESSIONS OF A TENDER PONY - the heart spews_ | Permalink

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LIFE IN THE TRENCHES: Romance, Rebellion and Running Amok

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