27th
The New York City Greyhound
I catch eyes with a leash of greyhounds
at least once everytime I’m in the city
They’ve been adopted, saved
from the glory days of their past
I stop my tracks when I see the skinny beasts
“But they can still run so fast!”
Now they tiptoe next to the dog walker
and all I want to do is laugh
All day long I’ve been in bed
Blisters bubbling on my feet.
Cars pass by with humming noises
Deserted by the street.
Etc, coming first:
Fornication with pareidolias,
Grizzly bear lullabies for a priest,
Half way closed eyelids in front of a mirror.
“It’s not easy being green” played last night at a party
Jelly cookies were everywhere
Kermit the frog looked lovely
Like a dream that ends in a roadsign: Nowhere.
My morning was a gift from yesterday
Not so pleasant to open at first
Only on closer inspection did I find
Possibilities lay in a curse.
Q&A drop-outs, rustic black shoes
Really I’m just not very good at this job thing
So I say, right before I let myself lose
To work is to live with respect
Unless that too is just a joke
Where were are all the workers the day they were born
X-raying for healthy hearts, and waterproof spines?
Yes, most likely,
Zoos wouldn’t take me now.
This is my last step before I choke.