Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

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.