Sit

I sit in the lawn chair on the balcony of my rented apartment…

Behind bars

to keep me from falling.

The sun shines a foot away

giving me shade.

The wind blows and the freeway

whines

and I hear a downstairs neighbor

say to her dog,

“Sit!”

I take a sip of my half full

glass of whiskey.

I hear the neighbor demand again for her dog to sit.

I open my full pack of black spirits

and pull a candlestick to smoke so

that I may focus on my recent state of sanctuary.

Yet, I can’t help but hear her

command her dog to

“Sit! Take a shit! Like you wanted to! I’ll leave you out here if you don’t.”

And from there I know I won’t enjoy

the time I’m pissing away just having what little bit of fun I could be having as a young fuck on the horizon of whateverness…

Smoking my smoke and drinking

my drink.

I sink into my seat

and

my lawn chair squeaks as does the dog

in the poor excuse of a backyard from my downstairs neighbors’ patio.

“Ahta boy” she says.

And he probably didn’t even take a shit

but instead just stayed in a corner

where he probably usually

drops a turd or two…

It’s 2pm and I’ve forced myself to

finish my second glass and I’ve

burned through too many cigarettes

for me to pay for.

And just one floor below there is a

sense of peace and

the devil may be happy

but this dog is only content enough to shit when the demons tell him to.