Dogs 2007

3VOL
(5/18/07)


suspended
from a necklace
of broken glass
hangs the
fetid flesh
of my
long
dead
heart

it
bounces
against my chest
as I walk
from
one person
to the next
cutting
and slicing
putrefying
and
infecting
blood mixing
with the decay
of my
dreams

no one
will help
me

they
back away
as I approach
even though
I smile
and extend
a hand
but
I am
betrayed
with a wince
from my wounds
and the
cloying smell

they detect
my misery
avoiding
all contact
withholding
any hope

for them
there are
others
far less
damaged

finally
I pass through
the outer perimeter
of peopled lands
and a light wind
soothes my skin
beginning
to dry
my humoral exterior
to a crusty
resilient shield
a scabby breastplate
of resistance
to future
pain

as I travel
further away
from the fucking
hoard
my step lightens
my breathing evens
and I can just see
the first stars
in the dusk
of my
departure