Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 24, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-24-05 wednesday 11:11pm

the hour charged with consequences. thoughts unravelling as truth tugs on the loosened ends.

can it be known. seen like a reflection. seeming so very real, though it's only pretend.

how does your darkness dance when the stage is lit. with a rainbow of lights. and more music than you can stand. how does it dance when all of its toes are broken. and the curtain still hangs in front. opaque glass luring to eyes that ask it.

the fever broke and flesh congealed again. but on the other side of sickness was not where wellness stood.

the skeleton had its clothes, but it was no less naked than it'd always been.

some graves can't be dug deep enough.

swallow your tail and watch it wag inside your throat. as time manifests its pale devices to quantify these equations engendered.

there's nothing left to know except that it happened.

that it never will again.