A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

JAVA JABBER
(8/13/11)


the first
one
in the building
every day
I feel
relatively
at peace
and safe
from social
intercourse

unfortunately
there are other
businesses
and with them
other people
in this structure
presenting
the hazard
of human contact
around every corner
at any given
time

I know
that I need
them all
to perpetuate
my soft existence
but I just don't
want them
too fucking
close

after
a half hour
I furtively
flow
down
the
hall
to the kitchen
to fill my cup
with morning
coffee
only to be
trapped
by one
of these early
desensitized
denizens

he stands
in the door
blocking me
telling me about
the weather
his gas mileage
and the upcoming
football season

all topics
I loathe
to discuss

at least
with him

nevertheless
I plaster
the smile
nod and shake
chuckle and groan
play the part
as he verbally
plows onward
with little interest
in whether
I am interested
or not

finally
he pauses
and turns
toward the machine
to fill his mug
and I dash
to the left
get around him
and finish
the conversation
backing away
toward
my office
in order
to escape
the ambush

not an actor
by vocation
the pretense
of civility
is draining

door
closed
behind me
safely alone
at my desk
I can finally
breathe
again

I look at
the clock

8:05