poem of the day 01.09.13

stray dog in the middle of the street

just because we have the ability

to articulate our disgust with one another

makes us no different from the average

cockroach crawling on a pizza box

or any better than this stray dog in the middle of the street

but people are honking their horns

shouting out of windows

and screaming at the bus stops

acting as if the mutt can speak english

yet no one is moving toward this animal to try and save it

as it chases its tail in circles

and dodges sports utility vehicles

full of angry slobs now running late for work

standing at a corner

pondering my own mediocre lot in life

i think how i don’t want to see this dog die

give me a stray man or a woman instead

sprawled out on the pavement and streaked with internal red

but not this shaggy beast

still i am no different than anyone else

i stand there stock and solid

watch and wait for the carnage to come

as one car swerves

and another one seems to head directly for the dog

missing it by inches

i think there is something missing

inside of all of us these days

i know there is something missing inside of me

it’s been gone so long

i can’t remember what it was in the first place

and when then light changes

i turn my head and cross the street like anybody else

forgetting the dog

i check my watch to make sure that i’m not late for work.