Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 24, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

1-24-05 10:20pm monday

what tired search you bestow upon concrete lives not yet hard.

breathing as it chooses to become who you are. why you live.

i wake up from a dream that has not ended. and the world jiggles like gelatin. vibrates in place, but does not move.

and tired cowls of women spent drape the necks of their so called men.

lives multiply as they are so apt to do. and i can only laugh at their bewilderment when it doesn't happen as they expected it should.

the virus spreads. vast and plentiful. people. make more people. keep making them until.