Dogs 2005

THE DOWN
(12/3/05)


we reach
the point
almost every day
where life is coming
at a rate insane
and we know
that the addition
of just
ONE
MORE
ITEM
to our list of
Things to Do
will crush our skulls
bringing the machine
and all about it
to a terminal
crash

and what
are these
things?

who could possibly
make up
all this shit
all these "requirements"
of our
daily lives?

our parents?
our priests?
our bosses?
our
wives
husbands
life partners
significant others
or fuck buddies?

don't even start
looking wide-eyed
around you Jack
or Jackette
because it's YOU
and that
tiny
portion
of your brain
with which God
allows you
to play

where
does it stop?

if we are the cause
if our perceptions
are the culprits
if our pathetic existence
is completely created
between
the aural orifices
at what point
do we press
the escape key
and put a stop
to this locked-up
and horribly warped
application of life?

maybe
we wait

the answer
will come
more than soon
enough

because while
one
more
item
could possibly break
our convoluted hump
of consciousness

the addition
of two
might
just
make it
all bearable