House Dogs

[fatboy_walton]

Ryan tells me it’ll be okay.

Ryan tells me life’s worth living.

But coming home late at night,

I find he’s fallen asleep on the couch

Watching Kung-Fu movies.

Lucas, taking a break from tapping on my computer to scratch his balls,

Tells me he’s been like that for hours

And I wonder if it’ll be okay.

At night I never sleep,

I’m too busy dreaming.

Dreaming of

Comments

[marxzealot]

I thought that your letter to me would be hard to top, but this poem did. I probably would've felt a lump on my throat if I heard it live.

Although you almost lost me when describing the fantasy girl--it was a good part, but I thought "What's the point" until the end of it.

[marxzealot]

I forgot to say that my favorite part of the poem was: Ryan and I are dreamers/So, it’s a shame for us/To have so much adventure in our hearts/And none in our lives.

That's how I feel most of the time.

[fatboy_walton]

I realize that talking about the perfect girl seems off topic, but I think I tie it nicely together in the end. Besides, the purpose of the poem is not to serve as an ode to Ryan Amstutz, but is supposed show his consistency in my life; how he is an omnipresent entity as my life goes nowhere fast, as if I'm the captain of the Titanic going down with ship, and he's the orchestra playing until the end.

That's my favorite part too. Most of the poem came to me while I was in the shower or trying to fall asleep, and I would have to quickly grab a piece of paper and scribble it down. That section, however, was one of the few parts that just wrote itself as I sat there with pen in hand. Really, it says in a few lines what the rest of the poem is attempting to say.