I thought of ships and armies and goldfish not in their bowls

dog breath
and
warm beer
and
nowhere
to go
but down

but it is not
so bad
growing
older

not yet
so
cruel

not yet
hunted
by
lightning
and
thunder
and
the sea

not  yet
swept
out
and
away
across
the earth

hoping god
is a cat
curled up
on a plush

pillow
too busy
licking
his asshole
to concern
himself
with
me