Dogs 2011

NARCISSUS
(11/12/11)


I am far
past the point
of being
a doctor
lawyer
president
quarterback
or rock star

rich
and/or
famous

far past
all obvious
human artifices
of achievement

I rationalize
that in the brutal
simplicity
of the animal
world
eating
without
being eaten
is the true mark
of accomplishment

aside
from that
fuck and have fun
until death reclaims
seem the only
purposes
on this planet

the most
successful
are the best
fed
and the best
bred

no titles
salaries
or popularity polls
are considered

perhaps
we lost
our privilege
to be called
animal
when we first
admired
our own
reflections

animal
vegetable
mineral
EGO
are probably
more accurate
categorizations
of fundamental
existence

where
does that
leave us?

self satisfaction
for success?

maybe that
alone
is our only true
metaphysical
gauge
of attainment

warm
and well fed
I type away
oblivious
to my social
standing

eternity
at my
fingertips
I succeed
with every
keystroke

greatly
enjoying
my image
in this many
lettered
mirror