THEM STRAY DOGS

walking down the street
(them stray dogs following me)
i
noticed that i had a straggler piece
of toilet paper
stuck
to the bottom of my
shoe

i bent down to remove it
but
i lost my balance and fell
over

the concrete block of sidewalk
was stuck to my side
as i shook the dirt
off
and stood back up

the dirt stuck
the concrete block stuck
i held on
to a giant umbrella
that some
one
was using for shade
to try
to break free but
that too stuck to me it all
began
to stick to me

now i was walking
around
south pearl street
concrete block
toilet paper
giant
umbrella

the person beneath
the umbrella
was none too happy
that i
stole
their
shade so they chased after me
and threw fists
but the fist
just stuck

so now we were one entity
stuck together
walking strangely
down
the street
when the sun rose up
over the trees
and buildings and that too began
to stick

we illuminated like
big giant human stars
radiating out the forefront
of the
social painting

and the awkwardness
began to
fade
we became something more
strange fliers
sucked into our orbit

cigarette butts thrown from
windows

carbon dioxide
released from lungs

birds
so many birds became
stuck to the stars
we became

the ghost of my past
sneaked in through my mouth
and we decided to
rain dance
in the middle of the dry street
bicycle tires, organic fruits stands
stop signs all stuck
on our glowing souls

eventually we became the street
south pearl street
to evans
to santa fe drive
to i-25 off to the coast of california
we became it all
one giant star
shining in the vast vacuum of space we
were
and the things continued to stick

memories and music
and gravity wrapped into the electric blanket
anatomy of one global
entity wrapped
in endless epistrophe

and that’s how we became what we are

and when we die
we bury the bodies in our graves in our
earth
but we still keep living
unable to shake
the stain of experience
that follows us around
just like them stray dogs
yep just like them

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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