Old Dogs

INTERIM


the days
drag slowly
by

like pulling
dead bodies
through
wet sand

at least
I've stopped
doing all the things
that I thoroughly detest
which means now
I'm doing nothing
at all

a total
and complete
holding pattern
of life

I understand
that many great
and unusual accomplishments
have had their birth
out of extended periods
of stagnation
isolation
and utter hopelessness
but I also imagine that
many more ideas
and probably people
have had their
death

I know
that I need
to hang in there
as they like to say
and something meaningful
will eventually
turn up
but the faith
is sometimes
difficult
to keep

still
in some bent
and twisted way
I have to believe
that this frustrating lull
is serving some
purpose

perhaps
giving me
the chance
to finally free
myself
from all
the unnecessary
nagging philosophical clutter
doggedly clouding
my perceptions

hopefully when the time
to make my move
finally arrives
I'll be able
to gnaw
on the bones
of our
decaying society

like a
true son
come home