Stained Glass and Asia

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

This is my something final and true.

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.