Have you heard the barker of Seville?
Canine basso roughing up Rossini
under limbs of fragrant orange trees
swaying to minor keys of rhythmic traffic.
No great Figaro: but figure why
a loose ended howler huddled on all fours?
Could it be Mama, Papa, Aunt Rosina
conducting his outrageous bow-wows
from an excavated orchestra pit
inside the psychic cavern of a lost mind?
They say fast roulades are best sung
after rigorous hours of arpeggio practice.
Or is it in the lungs, these embellishments
of exploding notes on familial themes?
You know the tune, “Largo al factorum.”
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff—instead of tra-la-la-la.
Each day around noon, bark with him,
the aria of the disillusioned dog.
Afterward, hot bones will be sold—
with or without relish
Davidson Garrett is a poet, actor, and yellow taxi driver in New York City. A native of Shreveport, Louisiana, he is the author of the poetry collection, King Lear of the Taxi, published by Advent Purple Press, and three chapbooks, To Tell The Truth I Wanted to be Kitty Carlisle and Other Poems, published by Finishing Line Press, and Southern Low Protestant Departure: A Funeral Poem, and What Happened to The Man Who Taught Me Beowulf and Other Poems, published by Advent Purple Press. In September 2017, his spoken word play, Conspiracy Theory: The Mysterious Death of Dorothy Kilgallen was performed at the Boog City Poet Theater Festival in New York’s East Village.
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