There He Goes

There He Goes

There he goes

again…

The little sawed-off bastard.

I snap on the lamp…

reach for my watch..

and check the time.

3:40 AM…

and that hairy

little son-of-a-bitch

is yapping again.

I sit up..

light a cigarette…

think about calling

the neighbor.

Think better

of it…

Snap off the lamp.

And just sit there…

In the dark.

The glow of my

Cigarette

Reflecting back at me

From the window pane.

The dog yaps on.

Oh..Well.

h. morgan 7/10/93