Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 14, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-14-03 friday 8:13pm brick NJ

bottle cap dreams
don't keep the fizz in
when you open them;
carbonated friends
eventually they go flat
and then you're left with that
thirst and nothing to quench it.

shall i care that this day asks
more than i can give?
shall i cry because this day
says that without is what
i've always been?

soda popl hearts are sweet
at first then they lose their spark,
in the night when all the work is done
i crawl backward toward a song
we once shared, but now plays
only in my heart;

if life is a drug, then take it cautiously,
if life is a substance to be abused,
then most certainly i have abused it,
though the highs are fast as fleeting,
if life is a drug, then we are all addicts,
but there are those among us
who wish to quit;
and what could be wrong with that?
to take this addiction and
recover from it.

i write because words
come when silence gives pause
to everything else that life is,
i write because words
move spritely wen darkness
gives pause to all other aspects
of why life stil draws
itself on this flesh.

a poem or a life -
can you decide?
a verse or a eulogy -
it's hard to dicern,
feel the night rushing
into my veins like a
taste of you again,
feel the cold find its
place in my life just
like your flesh on mine
one more time,
it's all the same
when the end finds,
it's just a collection of thoughts
that words couldn't exhibit,
a preponderance of love
that i could not resist.