Dogs 2005

SEAM
(9/20/05)


I usually
feel it
just as I am stepping
into a knee-deep
sleep

a momentary
disconnection
from waking thought
a passing link
to something older
something darker
something
that shows me
with stroboscopic clarity
another plausible existence
before I continue
to unconsciousness

maybe
it's simply
a warp of the mind
a wish of the weird
for when I do finally
cross that state line
I dream wearily
of the world
with all of its problems
and mundane normalities

somehow
I miss my exit
there in the dark
my chance to step
from this conveyor
carrying me daily
from my waking purgatory
to dreams
of the same
and back
again

a returning
opportunity
does not flash by
again as I wake
morning or night
whether I'm moving
from the black
or from
bizarre illusion
I arrive confusedly back
to the conscious banality
of another
living
day

tonight
I will speak
to that fleeting
phantom of darkness
instead of silently
letting it pass

I will say
that I am ready
to accept
whatever alternative
time and space
that it has
to offer

I will step
from this circling
platform of pathos
and disappear beyond
the silent hoof beats
of those painted
wooden whores
of perceived
reality