Dogs 2013

CASUAL FRIDAY
(11/1/13)


I look
relaxed

I should
feel
that way

I am
anything
but

sales
are low
at work

tensions
are high
at home

jeans
an old shirt
and tennis
shoes
are of little
consolation
as I stress
at my desk
looking for
answers

answers
to anything

life
becomes more
a ridiculous joke

an arcane
riddle

as the years
pass by

the same
solutions
that worked
so well
until oh
so recently
are now
abject failures

wrong
sloppy
mistaken
mistimed
negligent
impatient
distracted
misaligned
are the new
terrible terms
that have stuck
to me
like a fitted suit
of prickly
sensitivity

I flinch
at every
result

always
assuming
the worst

I am
exhausted
with the negativity
of it all

yet
I know
that the world
is very much
the same
as when the breaks
seemed to be going
my way

only
my perceptions
have changed

I look
down
to see
a shoe
untied

finally
something
simple

but the shoestring
breaks
as I attempt
to bow knot
the bitch

briefly
considering
suicide
I opt
for the stapler
instead