Fleeing in a Flea Filled World
I have callers in the night
they remind me of WW I
trench warfare where being lousy was natural.
The crawl is much worse than the bite
can’t scratch a crawl
just feel like the Warsaw survivors.
Old Raton, the coyote,
bring the illegal pests in
and scratches them off all over the house.
They are in the air
in my chair
even in my hair.
The drought and warm weather
are super romantic to fleas
hence a population explosion.
Food is scarce and romance was most productive
time for a major immigration
invited or not.
Raton rolls on the flea nest chasing that imaginary leaf
and fleas pile on
like the immigrant train from Honduras.
I believe in live and let live
but that flea collar
I got on Raton best work.
The trenches of WWI
and pictures of unwashed cowboys
hits me in the crawled night.
Doug Minnis 3/15