Sunday compressed
the hamster was not made for Sunday
Sunday was made for the hamster
wake up with dreams of Snadragon
fading in the noonday sun
foggy memories that haunt the waking hours
do a quick check of all systems:
body, check
vision, check
imagination, check
serenity, check
drink a glass of water
stretch, stretch, s-t-r-e-t-c-h
fart
another day, another Sunday…
another gift from Gumbytron
so many hamsters worshipping their football
sit and worship briefly
bless the forward pass
take the hrududu to marionkind
on a sunny afternoon
hamster paws serenely holding the wheel
there’s always a wheel somewhere with hamsters
a familiar road
under November skies
the King’s taxes well spent
mad Mike is out on his bike
and Father Time is assembled in his usual spot
flipping his remote between football and murdering shows
let’s go to Pittsburgh!
and do what?
you’re right
Max
the perpetrator
the crumbhunter
the shiteater
his hind legs aren’t always cooperating these days
and the fur on his back is sparse
he’s begun to expect a Slim Jim
so we walk to the store down the street
time for the smoky communion
pauses in the thread of conversation
considering the thoughtsicles
that crust up in the imagination
floating back to the galleon
to take my place among the galley hamsters
push button-get reward
our only motivation
push button-get ignored
our state of stasis
no response from the ethers
no pushbutton validation
string a few syllables together for no one
in particular
the point of making a point in pointlessness
sit beside the traffic
smoking a cigarette
as the breath clouds up the night
content with something
content with something
11.18.20..12
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