Heavy Narcotics

My dogs just got their balls
Chopped off.

After 10 and 5 years respectively.

My son went with me to the clinic
To pick them up.

“All done”
She said.

“They’re doing great!”

Another woman brings them out.

They are drug stupid.

They’re wobbling all over the place
And Cocoa proceeds to pee
All over himself.

We leash them up
And head out of the door.

Cocoa
Walks straight into it
Banging his head
Acting like nothing has happened.

I know that routine only too well.

I have to lift them up into the car.

Understandably so.

The woman at the clinic
Told me that it was okay to walk them
When I got home.

So I did.

They had no bearings
And they stumbled up the steps
As I dropped my son off at the house.

He was laughing
At their dopey antics.

“Now you go read”
I told him
Caught up in tangled dog leashes.

The dogs stumbled back down the steps
Tongues panting loudly.

Cottonmouth?

They swayed all over the sidewalks
Running into things
Running over things
Glazed over for moments at a time.

The little one pissed on the big one’s head.

The big one crashed into an election sign
On somebody’s front lawn.

I looked at the two of them admiringly
Knowing that they were stoned.

The laughs just came out of me.

I think about all of the times
That I have acted like this
By my own account
Or others...

Stumbling through bushes
Banging my head on something
Moving zig zag
Through streets or apartments
Pissing all over myself.

Acting with the same fervent nonsense
That I see my poor balless dogs
Performing in front of me
Though
I’m sure that they are too high to know
They are without balls yet.

Breaks my heart champs.

While I’m walking them back to the house
I notice
That they are not pulling me
Which is the norm

And that there are times when
I am actually pulling them
Saying

“C’mon, let’s go!”
But they are dope stupid
Languishing
The non sensical moment
That I had lived for many years

And
Not by choice
They
Had just discovered.