Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 13, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

2-13-04 friday 9pm brick NJ

clutching like neon against darkness. smooth and bright and excited with a chemical reaction only science, not souls should ever know.

on the eve of your celebration of do you think at all about. about the defeated. the empty. the highways in life that vanish lonesome travellers like triangles in bermuda.

scraping like shovels on blacktop. digging under the snow to remember the ground beneath it. scraping and pebbles and rocks. ice above. black below. visible breath and much too early sunsets.

because summer is what we had. and then that ended. hot and sticky and bloated with the puss of hearts infected. summer would be where we'd drain the wound and bandage it anew. it was as hot as it'd ever been. hot enough to make the dead dance and melt away all the disbelief from my hands. summer was what we had. all that we do. summer had everything to give and everything to lose. but summer's long since over and it's cold now. as cold as it's ever been.

02-13-04 friday 10:52pm brick NJ

you think you know me. that sad girl with her thumbs through her torn sleeves. you met my flesh. you snuck under it . there's a part of me you've touched that no one else has, but still you don't know me. not like that.

the night my crutch. oppression my christ. nail yourself to my pain and bleed the tears i cannot cry.

tomorrow my demon. foaming and hungry for bodies i cannot supply. leave life to the living and let me die.

my friend. my almost believed it. love me when permitted and forget it when not. ask me to be understanding. but i don't understand. i'd like to, but i can't.

02-13-04 friday 11[m brick NJ

why write at this late hour. because i miss you. i shouldn't, but i do. why listen when all the songs have expired. because you're the only reason i ever had not to die. why keep it quiet. because i know you don't feel it. like i do. because i died every time that i touched you and you never saw it.

why write when i've already written more than enough. because i miss you. because i love you. because for as long as i can remember i always have. the weigh of my love for you always seemed light, but on nights like this it still tends to weigh so much.