February 4, 2016 by babylondogs
Thoughts unwind themselves
picking up god knows what
mulling over things
that might be dangerous to touch
or at least not worth
I get up and look out the window
for the umpteenth time
while my wife sleeps on the couch
and my dog sprawls out
on the oversized leather chair.
My books have been packed
and my journals have all
been thrown away.
I pace this room hoping something
some big thought might come to me,
but all I do is loiter like a
a vagabond in someone else’s world.
My dog, my wife,
All of them snoring.