Dogs 2011

HOLIDAY HIATUS
(12/9/11)


is the process
that delicate?

that
fucking precious
that some
temporary
interruptions
in routine
can cease
the flow
of words
to fingertips?

apparently
so

Thanksgiving
begins
my paucity
of poetry

perhaps
one tends
to relax
a bit
too much

but there are
a few weeks
in between
the end
of November
and the Yuletide
that should
be productive

somehow
they are always
dead days
to me

days beyond
the standard
Scrooge cliches

pointless
days
or hyperactivity
and hypersensitivity
by those
about me

they have
created
this madness
for themselves

now they want
me
to do something about
their
frantic feelings

I cannot
alleviate
the anxieties
of others

I can't
even soothe
my own
misanthropic
misgivings

my
only hope
is to sit back
down
to the keyboard

type
it out
to
figure
it out

make
some sense
of this
life

at least
until the
end
of the page