Tuesday, June 14, 2011

SHEEPDOG


 WE MIGHT AS WELL BE SHEEP DOGS

WE’RE AT THE MALL

AND THE WIFE SAYS

WAIT HERE

I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE


WHICH IS GIRL TALK
FOR STAY

I RETIRE TO A BENCH
AND WAIT

IN COMPANY OF OTHER MEN
WHO DON’T LIKE SHOPPING

THE CONVERSATION CIRCLES
OVER SPORTS
WEATHER
AND SETTLES OVER WHAT’S KEEPING HER

FINALLY SHE COMES OUT
BURDENED WITH BAGS

WHICH I INHERIT

WE THEN RESUME OUR PILGRIMAGE
TO FIND THE HOLY GRAIL OF BARGAINS

HOWEVER

IF A BOOKSTORE LOOMS
OR A GADGET STORE
AND I SUGGEST I’D LIKE TO GO IN

IN FIVE MINUTES

I’VE TIMED IT
SHE’S AT MY SIDE SAYING

ARE YOU GOING TO BE ALL DAY



SO BEING THE OBEDIENT SHEEPDOG
I’VE BECOME

I PROGRESS TO THE NEXT STORE
WHERE I SIT OBEDIENTLY
FOR MY MASTER

FRANK A VOLLMER

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