Dogs 2012

VANISHINGS
(3/10/12)


Brother Bollocks
drives
to work
feeling somewhat
askew

he left
the house
that morning
on his usual
schedule

his wife
was nowhere
to be seen
but
he has
become
accustomed
to people
disappearing
from his world

while
it seems
that most
of his favorite
landmarks
along the way
stand normally
there are now
vacant spaces
in between
where
he could almost
swear
that there were
buildings
only the day
before

he also
notices
that some
side streets
have disappeared
but since
he has never
driven them
he can't be
quite sure

the traffic
seems
much thinner
as well

while
he recognizes
a few
of his fellow
daily commuters
possibly 90%
of the usual
glut of vehicles
is gone

was
it a holiday?

was
he driving
to work
when it wasn't
necessary?

upon
arrival
at the office
complex
he sees
the parking lot
far less full
than he'd typically
expect

oddly
he actually
knew
the people
associated
with each
of the haphazardly
scattered
vehicles

he enters
the building
sensing much
more hallway
than before
but that
could be due
to the surprising
new scarcity
of doorways
this morning

he wasn't
completely certain
what the other
companies did
anyway

now
they had apparently
done whatever
so badly
that they
were gone

thankfully
the door
to his company
spaces
was still
at the end
of the hall

inside
a few
are at
their desks
if only transparently so
and when he broaches
the topic
of the strange
happenings
in his last
24 hours
they merely
smile hazily
and tell him
in dissipating tones
that it was just
another
day
as far
as they
could see

too bad
that they could
hardly
be seen

he shuts
himself
in his office
and concentrates
on the tasks
at hand

by the end
of the workday
he seems
the last one
in the last
office
of the building

his car
the only one
in the lot
even though
it was just
now
5pm

space
had cleared
for miles
around
as any of the
disassociated structures
to his sphere
of concern
had vanished
sometime
during the day

on his
drive home
a marvelous
mass vacancy
had occurred
as well
the buildings
even fewer
and the traffic
non existent

an expressway
of one
he motors
home
through
singular streets
seemingly meant
for that purpose
alone

Brother Bollocks
sees his house
standing by itself
in the clearing
of his once
over populated
neighborhood

car
into the garage
then the short
walk
to his
back door

he pauses
to watch
a brilliant
setting sun
on the now
uncluttered
horizon

inside
her things
are gone
as well as
many of the
miscellaneous
household knick knacks
and decorative furnishings
that served little use
in his practical
existence

all his items
of comfort
still extant
he settles
comfortably into
his evening
routine

smiling
he knows
that the next
day
there will be
no need
to go
to work

tomorrow's
Saturday
after all