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Dogs 2018

DARK DRIVE HOME
(11/5/18)


no matter
how much
I prepare

how much
I rationalize
the fall
time change

leaving
the office
on the first
workday after

is quite
the depressing
endeavor

there's a hint
of sunset left
on the horizon

but that
quickly fading
orange glow
does nothing
to warm
my soul

I feel
as if
I've missed
something

life rose

life set

as I sat
at my desk
in fluorescent
purgatory

there's
something
wrong

as much
as I try
to convince
myself
that life
is almost
exactly the same
as last week

eventually
I'll adjust

sometime
before March
returns
a proper day

but some
inner scale
of fairness
will remain
askew

I arrive
at my house
much as I
left it

seemingly
in the dead
of night

streetlight
shadows
mocking
my movements