Dogs 2013

INSANE GAME
(12/3/13)


I stand
at the
chest of drawers
in a dimly lit
bedroom

searching
through socks

all black
to a varying
degree

I need
to find two
that match
to wear to work
this morning

the newest
almost shine
with blackness

the oldest
have faded
to a dark blue

there are also
different brand names
dyed into the heels

some even
have gold
stitching

I refuse
to turn on
the overhead light
to aid
in the process

too much light
reminds me
of the office

I would rather
spend five
useless minutes
coordinating
my dwindling
sanity
by the gradual
glow
of a small
bedside lamp

just
to have
my socks
match

socks
that no one
else
will see

why
am I plagued
with such eccentricities
of order?

they mean
nothing
in this world
of chaos

but still
something
in the back
of my brain
insists upon
this proper
nonsense

I should
have been
British

or a
priest

instead
I am a redneck
lunatic

a semi-sophisticate
pretender
trapped
in Oklahoma

I should
be wearing
boots

~

with
a matching
belt