a crazed man is howling
is the restroom
behind my office
the sound is guttural
like the dogs barking
outside my window
the man is howling
screaming
smacking his head off the wall
the thump
thump
thump
is rhythmic
i beat along to it
with my palms on my desk
the tribal noises
of mediocre white men
in full capitalist bloom
then comes the howling again
a lonely wolf leaning over a ravine
and i don’t know what brought him here
brought us together
he in his prison
and i in mine
our sickness covering both ends of the spectrum
but i know how this will end
with the cops
like it always does
making their cop faces
making their cop sounds
beating their authoritarian chests
as they drag the man out into the street
to join the car horns
and detritus of urban decay
and it will be quiet again
inside this prison
and i will go home
to the old couch
to the stale vodka in the fridge
to the few graspable hours remaining in the day
i will tap my toes to nothing
and the dogs
will bark again
tomorrow too.
brought us together
he in his prison
and i in mine
our sickness covering both ends of the spectrum
but i know how this will end
with the cops
like it always does
making their cop faces
making their cop sounds
beating their authoritarian chests
as they drag the man out into the street
to join the car horns
and detritus of urban decay
and it will be quiet again
inside this prison
and i will go home
to the old couch
to the stale vodka in the fridge
to the few graspable hours remaining in the day
i will tap my toes to nothing
and the dogs
will bark again
tomorrow too.
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