Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 2, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

01-02-05 sunday 9:04pm

the heart releases its pollen. hoping to create. we breathe and it's spread. constant is the desire not to be alone.

to touch, besides ourselves. to stretch beyond our reach.

anxious hearts. so full of pollen. waiting on their honeybees.

anything more. not myself again.

open the zipper at the back of your neck and crawl out of the person you've been covered in.

just beware the teeth.

the future stalwart as it is. ripe apples always about to drop.

hurry. fill your baskets. collect them before they rot.

it's all begun again. i need not turn the page. i will be turned by it.

memories like buoys mark the distance and the depth. how far out i've drifted. how much farther i must swim.

01-02-05 11:18pm sunday

nurmerous are the moments we spit out. these lives engines. they exhaust.

it's older than i can stand. this act of breathing. this pretneding that. someday it will mean more than it does now.

i don't want it.

just let it escape. like a balloon deflating.

they always try to hold it in. i don't know why.

they try to tie those tiny knots at the opneing. but their fingers are too big.

ther years keep bearing down on us. like a freight train approaching. why try to outrun it when you know that you cannot.

the beautfiul moments. they were more than enough. no need for anything more.

i got more than i ever expected from.

no use in wanting more.

i was always willing as much to die as i was to live. it only depended upon the counterweight on the other end.

i guess it doesn't make much sense to most people. but neither can they explain their obsession with staying alive.

it's true i think, like the matrix said. humanity is vrius. spreads like one.

no reason. just because it can.

so certain that it should.

no real reason. just a fairy tale they once read.

humanity. a plague without a cure. it continues to spread.