Dogs 2015

BRAINWASHED FUN
(5/11/15)


he's miserable

he really is

I can see
it
so clearly
in his face

yes

that is
misery

a weekend
night
is approaching

but due
to social
and financial
difficulties

he has
no plans

other than
to return
to his garage
apartment

to spend
the night
alone

agonizing
over what
he assumes
to be a wild
celebration
wherever
he is not

he imagines
large groups
of people
have exciting
fantastic
nights

he sees
his ex-girlfriend
having an exciting
fantastic
night

with another
man

a lifetime
of programming
tells him
so

he should
be ripping the tits
off of Friday
night

but no

solitude
awaits
in someone else's
backyard
building

I say
a few words
of encouragement
but they are
wasted

he seems
to derive
some perverse
pleasure
from treading water
in his pool
of depression

I leave
him
to finish
my evening
walk

so grateful
to have this
time
of isolated
reflection

along
the way
I lope past
his ex-girlfriend's
house

she sits
on her
porch

reading
a book

who am I
to interfere?

who am I
to interrupt
someone else's
quiet
evening?

I nod
and continue
onward

happily
toward
my own