Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 16, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

1-16-04 friday 9:42pm brick NJ

foreign objects. sparse and sporadic. lives interject. their frantic moments. killing each breath with a thousand thoughts it cannot manage.

just like right now. how cold it is. and stranger yet, that it's always been. only no one noticed. no one noticed until it was told to them.

words come by the dozen. cheaper as they pile up. the more, the less that they can. and hours infect my blood like a sickness. slow and tempered little shards of time that make their cuts just to bleed those few drops. a million tiny wounds constantly healing and opening up. and finding your endurance is much stronger than you did expect.

just faces. like photographs. stilled. if memory serves. and it does. serves up those feasts of sadness all you can eat. just time. happening to us. and we caught on her stage. frozen in the spotlight life shines upon us. too scared to move. too numb to cry. just caught in the gaze of time like a photograph. taken by all that you have. what you thought you wanted. now wanted by. what you thought you needed. now you need it too much.

and my heart hasn't spoken since. hasn't moved after that last night. you couldn't say goodbye. you won't do it, but it's done itself to us. and my heart hasn't changed a bit, but everything else did. and now it's lost.