Dogs 2005

STRIPPED
(12/14/05)


there are days
when the air
in my lungs
is alive
and free

each breath
brings a moment
of fleeting
immortality
to my soaring
soul

then
there are times
when the light is low
and a vicious vacuum
sucks the stale air
from what is left
of this hollowed
scarecrow
corpse

take me
when I'm most alive
remove my clothing
and refuse my shoes
send no food or water
point me to the horizon
and leave me to die
unsheltered
in the desert

I will be ready
on one of those
good days
to tap
the shoulder
of God

but other days
the gamble gone
I seek the comfort
of domesticated life
whimpering in the shadows
of buildings and homes
hoping that society
will see me through
one more day
of approaching
death

take me now
naked and laughing
as I feel eternity
burning my skin
to free me
once
again