Dogs 2013

AN ARID WASTELAND
(7/22/13)


I journey
daily
through this
deathly
desert

the sun
boiling
my existence
to a vaporous
void

I sense
others
out there
and wonder
how they
manage
to survive

I feel
my life
ebb and flow
about a rocky
beach
of personal
destruction

then
someone
stops me

attempts
to describe
the lush
landscape
around us

where
the rain
falls

the rivers
swell

the hills
valleys
yards
and parks
green anew
with splendor

but I know
that they only
communicate
well-intentioned
lies

"yes"

I'll condescend

"very beautiful
indeed"

then
walk
away

again
in search
of water