THE JO-TEL … illegal blog downfield

Let me set the stage there’s a little puppy
You’ve got to comb out his tangled fur because he
Is the sign of your Great Dominance over
His paws which are slurpees.

So there’s a puppy and he is filled with slurpees
Like no other slurpee you’ve ever seen
Without the collar you might think him icy but he’s a nice dog
Dogs are nice.

Then across the street there’s someone with a cape
The cape is anything but slurpees it is fine leather
Stable as a barn
And the man appears to be walking down the street
He is at the corner of 9th and Irving walking past a Jamba Juice
He continues past the intersection with his cape
Not even blowing in the wind you’ve forgotten about the dog because
Dogs are dumb and
Partially your fault

So later you begin to seem officious just
Standing there doing nothing almost too officious
Because you are, of course, invisible to the naked eye
And small

Get this though when night falls the facades light up
Bars seem soft and people move still
It being dark and all and
You would have
Let’s say a beer whose glass would take on a crepuscular glow from the window
The day slowing down

But if you chose of eat lunch instead
The evening will always be there
A backdrop to thin black trees branches at night
Sometimes blue in the moonlight
Othertimes black as semantics filled up with all sorts of office equipment
Instead of perfectly good slacks

Either way turn away from these images by closing your eyes
And you are no better than a jazz musician who
Falls of the stage so help yourself to
Find closure or just take the plunge into weekend chores but if you do just
Forget about the coffee
And forget that you ever woke up to the sound of rustling hands

-Shark