I’m living out here in the middle of nowhere
Two miles south of South Bend
Because in town there are burglaries in
Every neighborhood I can afford.
.
It’s ok, in general,
Nice and comfortable,
But sometimes when I’m heading out of town at night
After work
Into the endless black abyss
I get this really ominous feeling.
.
The other night
Before I went running after work
I got it really bad but
Didn’t encounter any dogs, luckily.
.
Today I sit on a beautiful Saturday
Before work and
The only sound to be heard
.
Is this dude up the road
Firing his gun. He doesn’t seem
To do it in any particular system or
With any certain rhythm,
.
Giving the impression
That
It’s just something he does
Until he feels a way
That’s different
From how he feels now.
.
I do that too.
.
I go out for beers after work, sometimes.
.
And hell, it works.
.
That’s a lot of what this world is —
Mortal beings striving for immortality.