Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 26, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9:18pm 1-26-05 wednesday

forever is just a word poets use to measure their pain. verse by lingering verse they calculate the volume and the weight.

ounce by ounce and night by night another granule of time is added to the measurement.

on thyself and no other the moments hail down from above. slowly i connect them like a jigsaw puzzle of emptiness.

forever is just a word poets invented to measure their pain. rhyme by aching rhyme it is counted. eternity and then some.

01-26-05 9:37pm wednesday

words. as they were. hollow cavities of the things we meant to do. meandering rivers in the basin of the people you thought you knew.

voices. as they sound. thick with loneliness like peanut butter stuck to the roofs of their mouths.

every other word. maybe less.

dull, dull knives that cannot penetrate your calloused flesh.

people. as they do. lives like sheets drying in the wind. dancing. straining against those clothespins.

words. they stain your head. seeping like thin dye into every tiny crevice.

just voices. the music of the wires. it sings to you. and every silence inbetween amplifies.

people. poets. friends. i've measured them all. but can find no difference.