Dogs 2013

BETWEEN WOLF AND MONGREL
(5/11/13)


at times
I am
that fine
white light
of pure energy

the inconsequential
constructs of humanity
fall away
and I feel
my feet padding
the clean earth
of simple reality

I see
dark stretches
of infinite universe
open
above me

I am
a hunter
in my element
with no thought
of fear

then
I revert
to this exterior
disreality

it zaps
that high flying
preternatural
consciousness

the limp
returns
to my gait

concrete
and garbage
appear again
as my planet

artificial light
and exhaust fumes
wrap my vision
close
about me
in paranoia

I am
a furtive
scavenger
searching through
the scraps
of modern
society

~

most
of the time
I busily exist
within the scope
of the extremes

distractedly
unaware
that my life
could be
so much
better

so much
worse

I have neither
time
to exult

nor time
to suffer

I have
work
to do