Dogs 2007

BRAIN CLOCK
(1/20/07)


Saturday
still a workday
but only
for me
everyone else
from the office
pursuing normal domestic
and recreational
activities

I am able
to set my own
weekend hours
after dancing
to the alarm clock
during the week
and can sleep in
as long as I
get done
what needs to
get done
before Monday

still
I've been programmed
oh so well
and awake at 5:57am
something planted deep
like buried Aztec urn
of responsibility
jars me to consciousness
urging me to action
but after
checking the time
I roll back over
and smile
knowing that
the hours
are mine

I always pay
for my conceit

suddenly
I'm walking
in the rain
jeans and shoes
but no shirt
carrying a heavy bag
over my shoulder
looking for a place
to rest
in a run-down
apartment
complex

a car comes
through the lot
and I know that
it's the complex manager
an unpleasant woman
always complaining
about something
or another
looking for an excuse
to toss my dead ass
out of her
semi-respectable
establishment

if
she sees me
without a shirt
walking around
like a vagrant
I'm sure
that she'll call
the cops

I duck
into a stand
of bushes
getting even wetter
from the moisture dripping
off the disturbed
saturated leaves

she drives by
and I emerge
only to hear
another vehicle
rounding the corner
catching me
by surprise

it's a convertible
sans top
a beautiful
young woman
at the wheel
barely in
her top
and skirt
an older
distinguished
gentleman beside her
and another ravishing
debutante
in the back

what
were they doing
riding around
without a roof
on a rainy day
in this shitty
complex?

none of them
were wet
however
the sun shining
down
upon them
alone

they stopped
beside me
women staring
at me
smiling
questioning
man stoic
looking ahead
through the
windshield

he must
be rich
I thought

lucky bastard

nothing
was said
and I felt foolish
and outclassed
as well
as exposed
to the elements
and certain discovery
by that angry
supervisory
female

I pass
to the rear
of their car
looking for refuge
only to see
the manager
walking up the street
toward me
scowl on her face
head shaking
finger pointing
loose house dress
flapping dryly
in the breeze

I wake up
confused
and although earlier
I had felt rested
and alert
I now
feel exhausted
and out of sorts
but drag my dead ass
out of bed
to get ready
for work

it was time
to catch up
with my mind
which had apparently
left hours ago
without
me