Monday, October 7, 2013

Entropy Blues pt.1

He stood silently in the brief patch of sun
blinking his eyes and fumbling
in his pockets for a smartphone
or something

People said he lacked ambition
He forgave himself easily


The small dog yipped
and was scooped up with little emotion
Holding the creature in his arms
he began to think about Infinity

Life was meaningless
People were shit


Sitting on his woman’s couch
not writing his novel
No cigarettes
until the unemployment check comes

She was sick of him
He knew it


Malaise of days grown
fat and resentful
Small indiscretions
harmless, really

as he listened to old songs
and smoked in the dark