Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 12, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-12-03 wed. brick NJ 9pm

satellite loves relay across the universe,
like static crackling through arbtitrary hearts -
end transmission;

if i was a song i'd be the one
you'd hum when sadness found
that secret tunnel in you
leading directly to everything
you wanted and never got,
everything you need, but
dont' know how;

if the winter is the end
and the spring a beginning,
be spring again once more
like you used to be,
remember who we were
instead of who we are;

there's nothing like a rhyme
to take the sorrow and make
it seem almost worthwhile;
there's nothing like verse
to take what we shouldn't have
and offer it a purpose;

the days go by quickly
and the nights even moreso,
the years concede
our misgivings,
we what we want isn't
neccessarily what we can be;

in the hum of the hours
as they quietly count our breaths,
in the procession of life
there are all those individual steps;
what to make of them?
all the wholes we have
are owed to pieces
forgotten now into the past;

all the shadows that lurk
like dead men haunting
their own graves,
allude to moments in life
that hearts cannot save.