Poemdog

Dogs 2018

HUNDREDS OF HANGOVERS
(10/25/18)


"I'm
not feeling
well

I can't
concentrate

I need
to go home"

I look
at him

he knows
my background

how many
post alcoholic fogs
I suffered
through

many
at this
desk

guilt ridden
I would force
my way
through those
days

suffering
discomfort

sweating
beer

booze

sometimes
drugs

still
doing the
job

although
marginally
debilitated

but I
guaran-
DAMNED
-tee

whatever
he's feeling
today
doesn't near
my self-imposed
agonies
of the past

"do
what you have
to do"

I tell
him

a phrase
borrowed
from our late
owner

who suffered
through cancer
his last few
years

still making
an occasional
appearance
at the office

I'm sure
that he shakes
his head
at us both
from the
grave

not
comprehending
what our
living grief
could be

"pussies"

he would
call us