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Dogs 2019

DEAD TO THE WORLD
(1/14/19)


back
in the wild
days
the phrase
meant
passed out

too much
alcohol

now
I walk around
perfectly
sober

perfectly
alert

quite unable
however
to discern
even the most
obvious
of human
intent

I look
into
so many eyes
of anticipation

of expectation

but I have
no idea
what they need
from me

I hear
their
many words

but I
hear
no direct
questions

no direct
statements

to guide
me
in my replies

pleasantries
seem to be all
that are ever
shared

empty
chatter

I sense
no real
information
being exchanged

the shortcoming
is mine

I know

I am simply
not adept
at anthropological
communication

and that fact
frustrates me

to the
extreme

if I see
no nod

hear
no yes

I assume
no

SO PLEASE

if that
is not
the case

show
me

tell
me

exactly
what you
really want
from me

I promise
to do my best
to comply

otherwise
I shall continue
my simple
search
for God

quite
alone