Dogs 2014

PERFECT DISGUISE
(5/1/14)


gray beard

graying hair

slight stoop
and a limp

I appear
less
than harmless

if I appear
at all

out
on the street
cars stop
to let me
cross
in front

they would
never
have that patience
for a teenager
on a skateboard

but my shuffling
age
is to be suffered

young women
will hold
open
doors for me

"going in
sir?"

old women
no longer clutch
their purses closely
as I pass by

they smile
and nod
knowing
that I know
we're both
on our way
out

none of them
see
my mottled past
of improprieties

they do not
realize
that my brain
still burns
with blasphemy

lust

larceny

and an
inflammable
sense
of the absurd

my reflex
to react
has simply
been softened

my mind
still screams
at the sky
with dissatisfaction

but
on the outside
I smile

nod

mutter
a muffled
hello

I am
biding
my time

waiting
for that perfect
opportunity

to spit
into the
wind

spit
on them

once again