Dogs 2014

INEFFECTUAL EPIPHANIES
(1/23/14)


some days
the shit storm
is too severe
to bear

nothing
seems
to shelter me
from the
downpour

the usual
escapes

vocation

vacation

recreation

meditation

sedation

daylight

night

LOUD MUSIC

provide
no real
relief
as they
usually do

everywhere
I look
is a tepid
patina
of brown

smelly

slimy

uglier
than the swelling
of disease

I am sad
fearful
and angry
all
at the same time
and cannot
decide
whether
to hide
run
or attack

moving
at least
presents
a variety
of threats

and the
darkness
veils
their menace

so I
walk
in the dark
with no
direction

the only
partial solution
that I know

I will
deal
with the dawn
when

and if

it arrives