sunday morning (7:45 a.m.)
this morning is ugly
but i needn’t tell you that
and the same dog is taking his same
shit
right in front of my window
barking and growling at ghosts
while his owner has the same
conversation on his phone
with the same person that he had it
with last week
always something about kicking ass
on saturday night
he’s wearing the same bar t-shirt
and mesh shorts
dipshit sandals and shades that he
always wears
flipping his keys like some kind of
wise guy
giving me the same clueless douche
bag look
when our eyes meet
in the sky the sun beams down
a pale yellow halo over this cracked
landscape
of apartment complexes, embedded
garbage and concrete
and the world looks like god’s vomit
anew
as i watch the dog quiver his hind
legs
and drop a massive steaming one
that his owner won’t pick up
like he didn’t do last week or the
week before
thinking to myself you can’t spell
suicide
without the U and I
before shutting the blinds that i’d
only just opened
for whatever idiotic reason that i
had
for wanting to let a little bit of
light in
and look at the dull world around
me.
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