Dogs 2010

DIG
(8/16/10)


I don't
want to deal
with them
any longer

their
jokes
riddles
questions
comments
aspersions
pontifications
promises
ridicule
or threats

too many
faces
for too many
days
have made me
afraid
of mirrors

I have reached
my threshold
of human
tolerance

then
I realize
that they can't
make me
reply

they can't
make me
stand still

they can't
make me
give a shit

I turn
from every
corporeal
confrontation

I walk away
in silence
leaving them
in mid-sentence
or gesture

I tunnel
through
the causes
of my soul's
eclipse
to stand
upon depeopled
plateaus of
solitude

the sunlight
melting
the memories
from my
mind

the blood
drying
upon the shovel
of my escape