Dogs 2012

6TH & WASHINGTON
(11/3/12)


Brother Bollocks
sits
on the bus stop
bench
near the intersection

a silent
sentinel
at his post

he
has chosen
a location
near
his residence

a cheap
walkup
hotel room
in the least
fashionable
part of the city

in retirement
it is all
that he
can afford

the bus
drivers
all know him now
and no longer
stop
to wait
for his boarding

they just
wave
as they motor
by

other
regulars
will walk
or drive past
and maybe nod
knowing that he
hasn't spoken
since he
first appeared
in their
neighborhood

he has
nothing
left to say

from his
vantage point
he keeps
daily watch
over the car lot
across the street

the convenience
store
on the northwest
corner

a flower
shop
to his left
on the other side
of the avenue

the auto parts
store
directly
behind him

this
is as good
a place
as any
to spend
his dwindling days

living
but no longer
a part
of life

a perpetual
peep freak
only marginally
a participant

Brother Bollocks
thinks back
trying to remember
anything
really
in his life
more significant
than his current
activity

he muses
  no longer sadly
that his jobs
his wife
his family
did not last

we are born

we muddle
through existence
trying to make
some kind
of connection
to something
with meaning
that will endure
until the end

we die

he thinks
that he may
actually be
at the top
of his game
today

he connects
to these small
four corners of life
that will continue
long after he's
gone

the years
the businesses
and the people
may change

but the activity
will endure
on this stage
that may play
for centuries

he smiles
at the thought
of people
still buying cars
gas and sodas
bouquets
for loved ones
and parts
for those cars
which in this
section of town
are always
breaking down

even though
he will no longer
be
their witness

the light
dimming
Brother Bollocks
stands up
stretches
his atrophied muscles
and walks
the half block
to his home

where
he will spend
the night
listening
to the radio
and writing
about
what he saw
transpire that day
from his position
of minimal
importance

pages
which no one
will ever
read

with
the Earth
spinning
forever lost
in the darkness
there is not
much better
that he
could do