Dogs 2013

IMPOTENT POUNDING
(1/24/13)


I bang
away
with no
apparent
success

with little
juxtapositional
joy

my tiny
poetic hammer
has minimal
effect
upon this
massive
monolith
of existence

I'm getting
nowhere

oh
I throw
an occasional spark
and someone
may exclaim

still
this cold
stone Buddha
of preeminent understanding
just sits there
unaware
of my efforts

the tiny chips
that sting
my face
with each strike
weigh no appreciable
wounds
upon that
smug giant

the blisters
on my hands

in my brain

tell me
that I am
failing

but damnitall
that big fucker
pisses me off
and I can't
stop
trying

time
grows short
and I may
need
a bigger
tool