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Dogs 2017

NOWHERE TO GO
(8/13/17)

why
are they
in
my way?

why
are they
in
their cars?

they're
talking

texting

pointing

staring
catatonically
through the
windshield

they have
no purpose

they apparently
have no
destination

yet they're
behind
the wheel

cluttering
the streets

finally
an opening clears
in the other lane
beside this latest
meanderer

I pull around
only to hit
the next
red light

a light
that I should
have made
easily

I'm side
by side
with him
now

his windows
are open

I crank
the volume

Marilyn Manson

The Beautiful People

"hate every
motherfucker
that's in
your way"

music

the common
language
of outrage

I glance
over

he's staring
down
at his lap
as the light
turns green

I floor it

just able
to make out
the honking
in the distance
behind me

he's someone
else's
problem now

"the horrible people,

the horrible people..."