Kit Kat

A man sat down next to me on the park bench

He held a leash, which in turn, held a mangy dog

“Nice day, eh?”, he said

He didn’t turn to me

He just stared through dark glasses

Looking straight ahead

I wasn’t here for company

But I was in a good mood

And had no reason to be mean

I looked down at the dog

The dog too, just stared straight ahead

“What’s your dog’s name?”

The question seemed to snap him back

He was in another place

He moved his head around a little

And finally answered

“Kit Kat.  The dog’s name is Kit Kat”

I glanced down again at the dog

He didn’t even flinch when the old man said his name

Just kept staring into the breeze

Kit Kat was small, grey and wiry

Kit Kat looked old

Kit Kat was about five pounds of ugly dog

“Why Kit Kat?”

The old man took a deep breath

Exhaled of exhaustion, then said

“My wife wanted a cat.  I wanted a dog.  She would use this squeaky, annoying voice, every time she talked about her little ‘kitty cat’.  So I went out and bought this guy first.  I told her he would just terrorize a cat, so she finally gave up.  I won.”

I could see him crack a slight smile at this

Finally, he added, “My wife is a bitch, so just to rub it in, I named him Kit Kat.  She hates this dog.”

This made me laugh a little

He turned and looked at me

Then he turned his head staight again

“well, nice chat”, he said

And with that he got up

And both he and the dog walked away

After a couple of minutes I grabbed my notebook, got ready to go

It was getting late and I was hungry

As I was leaving, something caught my eye

I looked down

There, crumpled on the ground, by the park bench

Was a Kit Kat wrapper

I smiled and thought how the dog’s real name was probably Bob

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Around The Corner

There’s a sway to your hips

And I can’t look away

The click of your heels

Are a symphony from angels

Your smile is tempting

As I’m drawn to your lips

But the lies are numerous

And the games are endless

Forever reminders

Of the hell which waits

Just around the corner

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Secrets And Lies

I have a good friend

And she in turn has me

We share secrets

We share lies

We promise never to spill

If I ever lost faith

In her ability

To keep secrets and lies

I’m so sorry to say

I’d have to take her deep in the woods

And bury her in the place

Next to where

Secrets and lies lay silently

And never see the light of day

I have a good friend

We share secrets

We share lies

The types of which

You take to the grave

© Dicky J Loweman 2014