my boots stand in the  corner
my socks stuffed in their throats
and my work jeans crusted with dried thin-set
rubbing a hole in my leg,
my fingers red and scarred
I am not wanting to touch even the remote
it hurts to pet my dogs or you kitty,
I ate two awesome sour cream tacos
on the ride home
and walked to the beer store
Mohammed finally had restocked
the Olde English,
Missy , my Lab freshly spayed,
and all different,
like a pup,
full of energy nearly knocked me down but
did tip over my makeshift coffee table
spilling last nights Bud
and the ashtray and the last three month's
unopened mail and spoons and forks all here to there.
the  three kitty's hide when I come home now.
Missy all jumping and full of verve.
scares them but I pulled out a bag
and rustled it and all three
came running , I gave them all hotdogs.
Opened the top of the Malt Liquor can
and said, for the hundreth time,
as I turned my computer on,
now this is life!