Dogs 2011

MEANING
(2/17/11)


I tire
of treading
the bile
of this
turbulent
human
stew

I did not
leap willingly
into the
fetid fiasco
but was tossed in
by unknowing
sink or swim
parents
who never
considered
the consequences
of a nascent
me

I toy
with the idea
of giving up
letting go
and sinking
gradually
downward
deep
beneath
the noisome ooze

drifting off
effortlessly
comfortably
into
an numbing
insulating
insanity

but then
the smell
brings me to
my stunned senses
and the preoccupied
smile
fades

I peer past
my thrashing
cohabitants
attempting
to locate
a divine ladder
of some sort
with which
to extricate
myself
from the
melee

I see
pure words
floating up
in sentences
stanzas
paragraphs
out of this
mortal pool
of pestilence

I step
upon
reviving rungs
the thoughts
and ideas
of my predecessors
and make
my escape
to an open
arid plain
above

I am
alone
isolated
searching
for communion
far from mammon
and closer
to God

I sit
down
upon
the open
ground
and do
the only thing
I know
to do

I write
my way
toward
you