fragments ('Dead End')

Homeless dog curled under the street sign,
black bones of a ‘Dead End’
over the dirty-yellow body,
empty eyes drown in the insanity
of never-ending Now.
Ticks, flies, fleas, death – ran away
from the furry island of Nirvana.
I walk by fast, avoiding eye contact…
the blissfulness of nothing is familiar… contagious
and survival doesn’t assure immunity.

©  2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya