It came to me as
I was sharpening my fastest knife
on diamond stone. Oh, she’s a
quick one, and was soon so honed
I was able to shave a vein
with her. That’s what I wanted —
to shave a vein
without nicking it enough to bring forth
the dead-flow; just clean off the extra meat
and reveal the light source
that guided the tendons
as they pulled the fingers
into pen shape,
knife shape,
holding shape —
all I wanted was to see
into my wrists
to learn if there was light inside,
wanted to see how the hands
knew where to go —
and then, I slipped.
I saw. I gave in.
September 22, 2012
Why It Was Not A Suicide
About Tony Brown
Dark Matter 
September 25th, 2012 at 5:13 am
I always like your stuff. ‘shave a vein’. Hmm. You have a way with the old wordage which is all your very own.
And such original concepts too. ‘wanted to see how the hands knew where to go’. It is almost child-like. Perhaps that’s why it captures the imagination. Why this is so awful.
Great.
September 25th, 2012 at 9:45 am
Thanks. I try to approach certain topics from odd angles, especially when they are subjects that have been “done to death.”