Dogs 2010

DEADFALL
(6/4/10)


wandering
aimlessly
the wasteland
of my making
I come across
from time to time
the tangled corpses
of thoughts and ideas
already used
and written

I would think
that they would disappear
once addressed
but souls gone
their bodies stack
here and there
in random memories
cluttering the mindscape
making it difficult
to venture
new vistas
of creation

even
in death
they impede
my progress
clogging the cognition
with past whims
and reveries

usually
I maneuver
around them
but there are times
when climbing
into the clutch
of remembered mass
seems most expedient
and I struggle
over the rimed ridge
of rationalization
toward a clearing
on the other
side

however
life still lurks
in the more tenacious
of reflections
and like Jesus
passing through
the crowds
the robe
at times
is touched
and a historical
musing healed
to again
tag along

nothing
left to do
but renail
the old notion
to a new tree
of parchment
and pray
that the second
crucifixion
takes

repeated
resurrections
are less
documented