Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 13, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

01-13-04 tuesday 8:39pm brick NJ

life skips onward like a broken record. vinyl hearts. people cut their grooves in them. put the needle in and listen to the vibrations of slow death. skipping and repeating in endless repetition. what once was music no longer is. what once were songs are now just a din.

my life is the journal. not the journal of my life. my skin is the catalyst. my heart the explosive.

leave me here. in the dark. it's no surprise. leave me here almost like we never were. a cloud that rained once then disappeared from the sky.

these nights move slower as each one does come. filling me up with the weight of their emptiness. making it ever more difficult to move out of their path. making my heart just as they are. slowly transforming. in time all love becomes a void. in time all light is dark again.

vinyl hearts. stick your needles in. pierce. extracting the vibrations and the very source that created them. life like a spinning platter begging the song. night like an amplifier shouting the pain. what once was music no longer is. what once made my heart sing now stifles it.