Rambling, Dog Fights, Manila Ghettos

I saw the newsreels of dog fights in Manila ghettos. I saw the footage of the dogs as they grabbed each other w/ their teeth (fur raised) Their skin bleeding red and even pink. Probably salty sweet tasting and tough like salt water taffy on a 100 degree summer day.
A summer day in an amusement park where children pay and learn to close their eyes when the big hills come on those gigantic coasters where height matters as much as the sound of clanging, and the pulling of the long train on the wooden tracks.
This is how we all learn to close our eyes. This prevents us from seeing the dog fights and the daily news.

MORE POETRY?
---BED---
this is what you contain
softness, warmth
echoing kisses on finger-
prints
crisscross patterns of
this year, next

we don't think about
these things
when we're wrapped in warmth

then the cold hits
shocking, bitterness
it pulls us away from
soft kisses,
echoing
we hear the sound
the silence of the frost.
sing w/me!
as we find out what we contain
like young musical notes
scrambling to make sense of the scales,
the prison of melody.
hoping for a remedy
to end the
quandary
of
dishonesty, pride, inaction
these questions are just filler words
We listen, but we don't hear their meaning.
these words fill up the empty spaces:
"I love you" but "I need this more"
"Now, thanks to you...
I feel empty."
Thanks to you.
This is what I contain: oceans, rivers
ever-moving bodies of water
there's no solid land.
the water's sometimes rough
sometimes running high, low
warm kisses on finger-
prints
crisscrossing, colliding w/ the history
of the melody
so soft, so torn.

this is what we contain.