Gus Schreiber


A Master Conversationalist - Poem by Gus Schreiber

I watched my dog pathetically attempt
to jump onto a sofa
and fail time and again.
It looked into my eyes
and i saw the heart of a beast
roaming the wilds,
hunting prey
and it whispered
'what has been done to me? '
and i looked down
at my weak, flabby body
and had no answer.
so i comforted him
by telling him about my day
Of 8 hours at work, dead eyed
Of 2 hours in five mile an hour traffic
Of 4 hours of television
Of ½ gram of weed
Of 1 night alone in an apartment,
Using intoxication as an excuse
To talk to a dog.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2011


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