Dogs 2014

OCTOBER RUST
(10/2/14)


that day
has arrived
again

55
this year

55

shit

fortunately
not flabby
I do feel
the pain
and creeping
decrepitude
associated
with the age

I will
celebrate
tonight

dinner
with my
step son
who shares
this birthday
with me

born
30 years
later

I spent
my 25th birthday
in NYC

drinking
alone
in the city
as was
my preference

I can't think
of Brooklyn
today
without thinking
of Peter Steele

his voice
continues
to crawl in
through my ears
and haunt
my head
for hours

frozen
by death
at 48
he doesn't
have to worry
about 55

after
the restaurant
tonight
my step son
will go out
with his friends
and celebrate
more appropriately
for his age

I'll stay
home

retire
early

listen
to Type O Negative

and read
No Country
For Old Men

a nice
synthesis
between New York
and West Texas
that matches
my
personal history

perhaps
I'll dream
of a country
for this
old man

perhaps
I'll not wake
tomorrow