Sick Dog

Now that I am off their drugs:

Everything is supposed to be
inspiring. It just hurts.
Is this what I was after?
lust and flirtatious
moments with myself
on the subway car
counting people who aren’t
thinkin’ ‘bout their deaths
watching all the world
whose steady pulses
pound to deaf
this old hound

this sick dog
that everyone picks up
and then puts down?