Dogs 2014

COUCH ON THE CURB
(10/14/14)


I drive
around it
every morning

this furniture
out
in the street

unwanted
no doubt

but there
have been
no takers

so still
the sofa
sits

one
can arrange
to have the city
pick up
these things

but that
necessitates
a phone call

apparently
too much energy
to expend
for someone
who has already
lugged
the heavy
piece of shit
out of his
house

out
of his yard

and in
to the public
domain

I know
the mindset

"either
the trash guys
can get it
or someone else
can have it"

they
no longer
consider the item
their responsibility

times
like these
I almost regret
having no friends
to help me
stack
the eyesore
against his
front door
in the early
morning
hours

almost

I consider
setting fire
to the settee
as I pass by

but one
witness
would queer
that plan

instead
I shall maneuver
around it
until
it is gone

after all
it doesn't
block me
from passing

it takes
no more room
than a perfectly
acceptable
car

the physical
reality
is not
my problem

the idea
of the physical
reality
is my problem

I need
bigger things
to worry
about

like
a bomb
crater
in front
of my house

or in place
of my house

that
would really
piss me
off