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  February 2006
volume 4 number 1
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Raindog
February 2006
   

 

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    RD Armstrong, AKA Raindog began his most recent incarnation as a poet in the early 90s. He has 18 chapbooks, 9 books to his name and has been published in over 300 poetry magazines, anthologies, blogs and e-zines. He also operates the Lummox Press which published the Lummox Journal for 11 years; the Little Red Book series (60 titles) and the new RESPECT series of perfect bound collections of poetry. Since 1995, Raindog has labored to serve the world of small press poetry and continues to do so to this day. Visit his website at
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Boris Finds His Bliss

He tells me
He’s finally at peace with himself
And no
He didn’t find Jesus
He tells me
Every day has its own meaning
How every day is a blessing

He’s happy with his friends
And his job
And his music
Everything is working out just fine

He wonders why I’m not
On the same page
As him

He tells me that I
Could be if I’d just get rid of my
Dour outlook
If I would just let go of my
Cynicism
I could walk in the light
Like him
I think for a moment
Mulling over all the shitty comebacks
I could come up with
And finally say
“I won’t preach to you about your
Delusional blissful wonderment
If you don’t begrudge me of my blues”

I wasn’t sure if I’d said it right
He looked at me as if
He’d just realized
I’d stepped in something smelly
We’d both had a few
He opened his mouth
“Seriously man
If you’d just let go of
Your hang-dog expression
You wouldn’t have to let anyone
Know you were blue on the inside…”

I thought about how much I’ve toned down
What the public sees versus
What I’m thinking
And wondered if I could
Go any lower

Maybe this was the bliss that Boris
Referred to
I wondered who had visited him
In the dead of night
Wondered further
Which eye they had
Inserted the ice pick
To scramble his brains

When I left him
He was happily tapping his foot
To the music
A contented smile
Resting on his face
Like a sliver of moon
In an autumn sky

copyright 2006 Raindog