Dogs 2005

SLAVEDRIVER
(10/15/05)


I'm working
on a Saturday
and no one knows
that I'm even here
but me

fool

the things
that I'll do
today
will only
be known
by me

idiot

the sun
is shining
in a clear
blue sky
and I'm sure
that somewhere
perhaps everywhere
people play

moron

but under
the fluorescent lights
of this dank and dingy
yellow-walled office
I grind away at nothing
that will really matter
by this time
next week

imbecile

when
I gave up drinking
I had no idea
how I'd fill my days
no notion of what
there could be
to replace
my drunkenness

nincompoop

that sickness
is in arrest
they tell me
but a new madness
now relentlessly
drives me

lunatic

how comforting
it is
to maintain
my relative insanity
by subtly shifting
to a new
and less obvious
disease

workaholic

I awake
every day
knowing
that there's
far more to do
than I'll ever
have the time
to finish

madman

and at
the end
of each day
I know once again
that my day's work
was incomplete
and that
the next day's tasks
are compounded
that much
more

martyr

I'll lie
in my bed
tonight
brain boiling
with toil
thanking God
that I have
the chance
to be so
completely
consumed
with it all

saint