Dogs 2013

ROADSIDE LIMBO
(12/6/13)


I see
myself
standing beside
an isolated highway
somewhere
in the wastelands

a presumed
hitchhiker
knowing
that no vehicles
will arrive
on the horizon

I am out
there
alone

the roadway

the high lines

are simply
umbilicals back
to the civilization
that I abhor

but
a civilization
that I know
I cannot live
without

I look down
to see blacktop
beneath
the right boot
and dirt
underneath
the left

I straddle
a dividing line
between
charity
and misanthropy
although I lean
toward
solitude

I seem
stuck
on one side

but I cannot
survive
completely alone
on the other

I am weak

I am torn

like some
pivot foot dragger
in basketball
realizing
their transgression
but maintaining
a feeble semblance
of compliance

I hope
for an eventual
escape
from humanity's
guilt embrace

but I
falter

a singular
signpost
directing
no traffic

unable
to change
its message
of resignation