Dogs 2007

PARING
(1/27/07)


"I see
the angry
red etching
then turn
to behold
the blade of inscription
as if having written
the first stroke
of a masterpiece

our escape
lies within
that stutter of time
between the cut
and the initial
evidence
of escaping
blood

we have
all
been there
in that doorway
of disbelief
knowing
what we have done
but choosing instead
in that femtoflash
of realization
to accept
the possibility
that the slice
was a phantom
a lapse
of the brain
catching us unaware
in another routine
chapter
of the day

a manic
reminder
that we spin
we tops of fate
so dangerously
through every moment
of existence
leaning first to life
then to death
but we believe
that our balance
of banality
will save us
from scraping ourselves
on either
extreme

the pain
says yes
but the eyes
pray to see
no
until the rush
of that ruddy river
of mortality
convinces us
that death
will always
eventually
reclaim
its own

all
we can do
is rub the stain
until the stain
becomes
us