zero minus zero minus zero minus

as the summer sets in the summer sun
set
see the
poor sad-eyed dolt
                                  like a labrador
                                  retriever
white creases across face
                                  like an obscene
                                  believer
out of sync
                                  like a wretched
                                  heaver
sucked-in
dried-out
overhung
underpinned
grossly-moving
attached to
old fake dreams and
distorted
aborted
pasts
yet
quick to                   hate
quick to                   complain
quick toward         jealousy
but slow to             life
dead to                    life
nothing to
bury                         here
nothing to               mourn
just a                        mistake:
heaver
believer
retriever

just another            mistake
                                   
there’s nothing to be done
nothing ever           was
and
now it                       isn’t.