Poemdog

Dogs 2016

COLLECTED CONTAGION
(10/14/16)

Brother Bollocks
contemplates
his solitary
existence

he worries
that the lack
of human contact
lessens
his immunity
to disease

he is
secretly pleased
when a coworker
calls in sick

he sits
at her desk

runs his hand
over her mouse

her keyboard

holds her various
office items

then licks
his fingers

rubs them
on his gums
as if enjoying
the residue
of a favorite
drug

later
Brother Bollocks
sits at home

already feeling
a bit warmish

out of sorts

he smiles

relishing
a malady
to overcome