Pleasant, a poem.

Pleasant


I awoke at 6:15, she was already waiting.

I rose, dragged myself to the kitchen, 1 ½ cups.

She ate while I dressed, I stared at the bed.

My hair uncombed, I readied the leash.

Somewhere a bird chirped.

We left in the early morning stillness,

nary a soul in sight.

The leash uncoils and retracts, uncoil, retract, out, in.

She pees.

The bird chirps again.

I remember the bed.

Uncoil, retract, out, in.

She sniffs, endlessly, there’s no end.

Dogs never bore with sniffing, it’s what they do.

They also go on the grass.

I look to see if anyone else is around.

She walks off, uncoil, retract, out, in, she sniffs.

I hold my nose, stoop down, and use a bag to pick it up.

There is a bag, sturdy grocery bag, plastic,

between my hand and the stuff.

Its not enough, it will never be enough.

The dog watches me pick it up.

We walk back, done for the morning.

The dog sniffs, I carry the bag.

I guess its not tied tightly enough, I sniff.

Pleasant.

The Chives

chives.
dredge the chives
for our whole lives we have made the chives.
And now its time to dredge.
The chives are full of treasures untol'
So dredge, o young man dredge

There are many foolish and stupid chaps
Who delight in saving disk space
when a new month rolls around perhaps
Their old mail they erase

But we, the keepers of the chives
have kept the chives for our whole lives
and now we dredge the chives most exuberantly
and find our old tresures most abundantly
For us, there is no need for creativity
For we can dredge the chives
So dredge, o round man, dredge.

Joshua Burgner