I wonder why he cannot sleep.
Perhaps because he had his balls
cut off when he was still a child.
I’ve heard that dogs dream
in black and white; I wonder
if their dreams are like watching
“The Munsters” on TV (and if so,
are they burdened with commercials?
That would be a nightmare).
He misses his friend, Sleepy the Cat,
who died when she was hit
by a brand new car.
Luckily, the driver was drunk.
He didn’t stop, apologize,
or remember the accident.
That way he could move on
without feeling guilt’s speed bump,
and resume the destructive dance
of his wayward, foolish life.
And yet, I did say sorry
to the dog for squashing
his beloved friend and hiccoughed
through a creek of tears
as we sat down on the couch
and watched TV
and drank our weight