another day, another walk in the park
two blocks up from Jefferson and on the corner of Main St.
my dog trails behind me, his tail wags with the wind
Good boy I say to him
the only one who has been faithful to me
not unlike that 2 dollar whore I picked up downtown
last month at Bob’s Happy Hour Liquor House
She stayed for 21 days
fulfilled her 3 week commitment
like we had some contract negotiated on our relationship
she ate my food
she drove my car
she didn’t even do my laundry while I was at work
and she sat at MY home sleeping off a Prozac hangover
and then she left
leaving only what she couldn’t carry
but that’s OK
right boy? because when we see her again
her sweet ass is going to be grade a dog food
and what’s left, we will stick with the compost heap around back
which is where she belongs
that crack whore bitch who stole all our shit
and left us with a 700 dollar phone bill to Guatemala
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
