Monochrome Rabbits
It's raining, as always. I'm not sure how long I've been staring
out of the grimy windows of my apartment, gazing
as if transfixed
or dazed
upon the countless black cars down in the street, slowly dragging themselves
from nowhere to nowhere. The cup of coffee on the table
is steaming. I haven't touched it yet.
Maybe I'll take a sip.
Or maybe I won't.
"Hi Granpa, happy birthday." Sarah has apparently
called.
"Can't believe you turned eighty already." She always has to remind me
of the painstakingly obvious.
"Well, I just wanted to say hi."
Her voice drones on. The rest of her monologue
is lost in the turmoil
of my contemplations.
Or maybe it's not.
It's hard to tell these days.
The Janitor still hasn't removed the rabbits from my sink.
They've been there
for three stinking days now.
Always
counting. "forty-two, forty-one, forty-three. Forty-two, forty-one."
It must be Thursday today. It always is.
Time.
It's such a dreadfully slow
thing.
Always moving, progressing, bringing nothing
but decay and a crappy memory.
Can barely remember my wife anymore.
she was beautiful. I'm sure of that. Or maybe I'm not. It's hard to tell these days.
The television is blaring out
some crappy monochrome world-war I documentary, full of tanks
and trenches
and decayed old veterans
with grey hair and missing teeth,
blabbering on for hours, as if they actually presume that someone cares
about their dull
reminiscences.
I keep convincing myself I like that junk.
Or maybe I don't.
It completely fails to occupy my mind, in any
sense of the phrase whatsoever.
Or maybe it doesn't.
It's hard to tell these days.
The rabbits in the sink keep intruding
upon my consciousness.
Counting, always counting.
I light another frayed cigar
with a lighter and cedar-wood. The lowest quality intoxicant
money can buy.
Hate the taste.
Maybe that's why I keep smoking the damn things. Or maybe
it's the hope that the smoke will eventually
choke those damned rabbits in the sink.
Or maybe it's not.
It's hard to tell these days.
Poetry by Lalando
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Written on 2009-10-23 at 16:51
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