My dog

I could tell my dog was going to die. I wore his sadness like wet clothes. His little face drooped into what I could only imagine to resemble Long Island, New York. He sat on the terrace under a dappled autumnal light his wilting eyes oozing black goo and me, sitting beside him. I gagged a little bit because his ears were infected badly too. I regretted that in his old age we didn’t care for him or did we ever really? I petted his ear until it went soft his body shifted to allow me to tuck into him and I did, resting my head somewhere on his shoulder or his stomach or his leg. I thought about our history or was it memories my tears amalgamated into his black and white figure like watery knowledge into a hard past. Yes it’s true we didn’t always get along when we first met I took hold of his leash and he galloped away dragging me along the ground; maybe he just wanted someone to run with. Either way I didn’t let go.

I didn’t let go.

USA A-OK

whilst trying to write something for this theme
kept thinking "USA USA USA USA"
while staring blankly at my computer screen

today i saw an american flag at the top of a flag pole
thought "the fuck..."
then kept on walking

today is the 4th of July
this means nothing to me

I don't know what to write about America

I am listening to an interview with Bret Easton Ellis.
He is American.
I haven't read anything by him.
I mostly read American literature.
I mostly listen to American music.
I mostly watch American television and films.
I mostly talk to Americans.

I live in New Zealand.

I made a chapbook.

I sent copies of it to America.

More Americans read my writing than New Zealanders.

What the fuck is going on?

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why am I here instead of there?

My rap name used to be Patriot.

That seems horrible to me now.

This is the first result for a google image search for patriot:

I watched Transformers 3 the other day.

It seemed very patriotic.

I laughed a lot watching it.

At least it was better than the second one.

What am I doing?

I don't know what I'm trying to say.

I spent a day and a half in New York.

I went to that island with the Statue of Liberty on it.

I went up the Empire State Building.

I went to some art gallery.

Bret Easton Ellis is talking about American Psycho.

I've seen that in bookstores in plastic wrapping because it's R18.

That's the only book I've ever seen like that.

I haven't even seen the movie.

I just found out there is a sequel to the movie.

I'm pretty sure there isn't a sequel to the book.

The interview with Bret Easton Ellis finished.

Another interview with him started playing.

I really like that movie American Beauty.

I don't really have anything to say about it though.

I just remembered that Sam Mendes isn't American.

I think that's right.

I didn't enjoy Jarhead much.

But I liked Away We Go a lot.

I think that's what it was called.

I haven't seen Revolutionary Road.

Even though I like Leonardo Dicaprio a lot.

I haven't read the book either.

I've read the Easter Parade.

At first I misspelt Easter and Eater.

This is probably going to be really boring for people to read.

Just a list of things that I have or haven't read or seen.

It's about time for another picture.

That was the first google image search result for picture.

I'm sorry for wasting your time