On Patrol

In the final analysis
the justification of your sour summation
worthless, useless, though to the point
my mind appeared through these tired slits
between dull eyes to look at you once
just once mind you
and let you know that I was bored
not bored with my being, mind you
but bored being a being in the shadow of
your lifeless, listless, festival of foolish
trivial pursuit, my dustpan
overflowing animosity
my brain waterlogged by volumes
procedures and there contradictions thereof
feedbacks have been filed
letters written
waiting to go nowhere
on another black turd going nowhere
recirc'ing stale breath for another
39 or so

      N.J. Hartney