Late Calls

As men turn old:
they begin to call up late-
asking for whereabouts,
berating for replying in less.

In the ear of a stray dog-
How are you doing?, they say-
they say-
to a dog!
who sleeps like a snail-
a goddamn snail-

How are you doing?, they say-
to wake up the sleeping dog-
startled!
The damp smell of its fur
making the old men puke

the percept
of loss.

At dawn,
those men wake up and heave,
and hop,
throwing the arms in the air.
A strange goo of panacea
oiling their bones-

Whereas, the dog sleeps
on a hip of eye booger-
and gets up late-
to attend the phone.

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