Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

1971 / 2011




















I wrote in my diary
repeatedly
that I loved her
-then him - then him -
then him...dearly...
But now I don't know what
that kind of love is,
can't see the difference
between it and the radiant fog
of infatuation.

But I've never been merely
infatuated with a dog.

1 comment:

Jindra K. Hrdlička said...

Jerry Rubin once said, that the word love is so desecrated.
It started with, "Cars love Shell".

I don't know.

But I know that I am fully infatuated with my radiant dog.