Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 13, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

01-13-05 thursday 9:58pm

breathing through your loops. all aflame. and tiger's paw moments. with their giant footsteps. under cirus tents like all life is. three rings. maybe more. spectacle at best. freak show at worst.

i'd laugh a lot louder if it didn't hurt.

i'd laugh. laugh out loud. if i could only open my mouth.

01-13-05 thursday 10:08pm

weren't we just talking only moments ago. like people do. unconcerned with yesterday. tomorrow.

sarcasm like a trampoline bouncing us about.

didn't i just tell you that i. how much time can have passed since.

days melting like icebergs. causing so many floods in the oceans where they nest.

i only saw it was ink. didn't think to check if it was the erasable kind.

the nights turn over like revving engines. and the noise wakes those pistons sleeping inside.

choke down the fuel. bathe in the oil. lubricate all those moving parts. before they begin moving again.

i don't know why i am the way i am. cold words form icicles on the rooves of loves gone dormant.

during the winter i watch them forming. amazed by how cold it can get. and as the seasons change i watch them melting. drip by drip it all turns to liquid again.