Dogs 2007

WAKING UP DEAD
(8/11/07)


morning

the daylight
is a tremendous
disappointment

I try
to stay
in the shadows
but the sun shifts
easily finding me
at even
the most
acute
of angles

the contrasts
are much
too sharp
slicing into
my sensibilities
leaving no room
for interpretation
or hope

just hours ago
the edges
were smoothed
one image blending
into another
no borders
to break
the free flowing
feeling of being
a part
of it all

of course
I was more
than a part
I was
the creator
every vision
a limb
and each
multifaceted fantasy
a heartbeat
fading
into the
night

I swirled
in and out
of form
and definition
all sights
and sounds
merely grains
of sand
windswept
into dunes
of ultimate
ego

a desert
of self

the best
that I can do
with the day
is to fake
a solar eclipse
with a hand
and make my way
on a concrete
stage
not
of my own
design

it is early
but already
too
damned
hot