Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 3, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9-03-04 friday 7:59am

i wanted to taste it. test those rumors of sweetness. see for myself. if the measure of happiness was a common or a derivitive.

it mixed. mixed readily with the other substances in my throat. a soft compendium of pleasure looking for a hard cover to call home.

i just had to know. couldn't move on until. to hold that magnifying glass up to the sun and.

we know then. we know if. we know everything we need to now since ...

to move with the worm under the earth. without any need for eyes. nothing to see. just feel. feel the hurt.

friday 09-03-04 8:55pm

besides everything, what is left. footprint biographies and cat scratch tattoos in your flesh.

holding tight fraying ropes. tip the rocking horse and hope.

i've just lived long enough now to ignore the darkness as it chokes. that no matter how it begs i won't try to save it.

just finally found the cord and tugged on it. watched as the blinds rose up to reveal the secrets the window hid.

whatever it was. whatever you knew. that has expired.

all that's left is hard to decipher. all that is ahead it for us to decide.

and for you too choose.

09-03-04 friday 9:30pm

you hold it like the light's gone out. last remaining indicator of a time when sight was not in doubt. moving with the crest of the darkness. like a wave it rises and then crashes again. dsiplacing the home it had made.

just people. nothing more could i expect. just pleasure at its weakest. and heros whose capes were less than red.

it's not too late, but i can't trust the clock. coutning as it does without a heart.

it might be too early if we've just dreamed all this and it hasn't happneed yet. caught in the cajole of rapid eye movement. perhaps we'll wake up to find these blankets are not so strong.

it's just truth. so subjective. words and more words that leak from lives whose valves are broken.

as tight as i try to close them. still they are open.