the end of the hallway smells of cat urine

as i come out of the elevator it touches my sniffing faculty as if to say:

welcome home cowboy, we have missed you

i am no more a cowboy than i am a human being capable of developing a strong emotional foundation with another living creature

i am no more a cattle rancher than i am a string bean stojko (elvis) with the ability to manipulate a unicycle down a back alley dumpster dash

i am no more a roughneck than i am a man able to fight off the blues with a carousel of kick punch karaoke

alas, through it all:

the bingo rounds

the dance dance revolutions

the romantic espionage

i have somehow managed to maintain my sense of smell

you know, there must be an awards organization that i can submit to for this, maybe:

the, ‘hey bro, you alright in 314?’

or the, ‘how many cats do you have?’

or the, ‘this is the worst poem i’ve ever written awards’

i hope you are content:

for i am spellbound