there's no wrong or right, but i'm sure there's good and bad



i was out in the yard

walking drunk with the dog

last night, thinking of a poem

about old bones in the ground,

all the bones of everyone

who's gone before

irradiated with some kind

of forgiveness or absolution,

radiating this eternal understanding

up through the earth's soil,

healing everyone



then the Red Sox went to 16

in Florida and I fell asleep

on the couch but didn't spill

beer on either myself or the couch,



and Jenny fell asleep

on the love seat adjacent

so Jackson, the dog, had sole run

of the house for at least a couple

hours, but he didn't chew

any furniture, jump on the table

or eat any of my books,



evidently all he did was repair

to the front room and lie down

on his blue pad beneath the window

and snooze and keep watch