Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 10, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

01-10-05 9:49pm monday

dream in color. live your life in black and white.

time is a forest full of hundreds of trees you must climb.

used to listen. care. hope that tomorrow i'd still know those same people that the night before had let me hear.

used to listen. but now i only hear. vigorous vibrations against my naked ear.

i let it become. as it chose. not my decision. watched it happen. just a wheel on the axle being spun.

just feelings crossing the street to get to the other side. looking for greener grass, even though they're colorblind.

just the pot i stew myself in. a low heat. simmering and being stirred now and then.

cooking up moments to serve at the feast. when life would find its swell and dig deeper into its seat.

dimples in your skin. frayed ends on your hair. feel the imperfections. realize they are there.

words on your tongue. sentences on your fingertips. but nothing to send. just pauses. so many pauses in your will to live.

10:59pm 1-10-05 monday

what i wanted. what i thought i needed. i was able to live without. of course i was.

it stands to reason.

i am myself. not what i lust.

be my own tomorrow. no one else will.

rabbit's feet in sealed pockets. no more luck in them than in any other dead animal we've ever cut up.

count me now. yesterday lingereing on your back porch. it's always more tempting once it's gone. but that doesn't mean it's good if you have it.

apple cores and red skins. we grow the trees. we pluck the fruit from. we climb with these hands. we pierce with these teeth. just another function of living.

open the casket. time all satiny. feed me to myself.close the lid and say.

memoriies on tiptoe. creeping through your heart. what could've happened that didn't. and all those ones you wish never had.