Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 27, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

01-27-05 10:29pm thursday

feel now. dry scabs on tomorrow's lips. with shoulders cinched like knots too tight. time's barren kisses. and nothing left to look forward to as i.

it's not the distance ahead. it's that which lies behind. building like a poltergeist in the attic of your life.

i don't remember what i used to want. they disappear like snowflakes after the thaw.

they melt into the ground like snowmen. leaving those adornments you fashioned them with behind. to lay there at the puddle's edge and remind you of when.

i can touch it like a photograph. with my fingers make the colors bend. memories. i can alter their appreance, but not their persepctive.