Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 27, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

01-27-04 tuesday 9:20pm brick NJ

so sure. like icicles on power lines. frozen guillotines. eager to slice.

if words would do, then i long since would've been done. so now that it's obvious they won't i can only embrace the silence. hope that it speaks better than i have.

it's just a breeze that licks your cheek as you turn your head to see the horizon. its limit depends only upon how high you can get. like everything does.

it's just one note that's a part of the entire melody. alone it's nothing. together they make music. just one note. that's all i can be. just one note alone always hoping to make a melody. just one note all by itself. one note that no one would want to sing.

if words could say then i wouldn't still be writing. so i guess it's apparent that they never will suffice, but what else have i except this silence.

this silence my noose that begs me to swing. and i want to. i'm still hoping to build up the courage or cowardice. whatever you want to call it. whatever it takes. anything other than this.

so certain. like valentines day. sure to be alone. so dominant. like pain is. with no intention of thinking about it still it coaxes. draws you down into its caverns where you'll wander lost for ages. so obvious, like lies are when you ignore them. and friends you knew couldn't. so obvious, but you refuse to acknowledge. eventually it happens. no matter how much you deny it. eventually the silence prevails. and you realize you were alone all along. you realize alone isn't your captor. it's your only friend.