Tuesday, August 26, 2008

He can set down

the rusted, pock-marked razor blade
that he has used so often
to gouge out pieces of his
fear-riven corpus.
He has drawn enough blood with it
to inundate a thousand tight chested
nights.
It is still possible
that he could avoid
its final shuddering cut,
if he can decide, finally
that it is beneath 
his dormant
contempt.

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