Dogs 2006

EMPTY SKETCH
(12/15/06)


at times
I am
so exhausted
that I forget
how to breathe
and I'll sit there
for minutes
trying to determine
the source
of my discomfort
only to discover that
my chest isn't moving
and I'll gasp down
some desperate air
before I drown
in a pool
of carbon dioxide

on days
such as these
I am just
a partial outline
of a complete man
a broken silhouette
with all the shading
drained away
to obscurity

once home
I'll open
a medicine cabinet
of weights
and heavy metal
the effect almost
instantaneous
involuntary respiration
quickly returns
along with
a bit of color
until I am
once again
fully opaque
in my two dimensional
frame of life

unfortunately
no exercise
or extreme music
will inflate
these collapsed
emotional lungs
to fully expand
this caricature
of long vacant
feelings

I aspire
one day
to a hollow
sculpture
seemingly
complete