Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 14, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-14-05 monday 9:47pm

so where to now that you haven't already been. don't want to revisit those places where. cardboard cutout hearts all corrugated with their bubble wrap friends. and nothing left to send out. nor any desire to receive those packages.

it's hard to sleep when i've slept in that same place all my life. that vortex at the center of the bed. where nothing leaves and nothing enters. like the ringing of the phone when you can't answer it. because you know it is the end.

another shadow that didn't stay close enough to the light that cast it. looking so hard for something more, it ended up losing everything it had before.

yesterday i can live with. what happened then, i learn to love in my own disaffected way. and tomorrow i can just ignore. loud talk show host that it is. screaming at me about all the evils i've been associate with. barking its questions without even pausing to let me answer them. but now. right now. i can't escape it. hung round my neck like a key made of lead. always begging me to find the lock it goes with. but i don't want to open it.

02-14-05 10:01pm monday

time not withstanding. did we ever think it could. moments like cliffs dangle us from them. and i look down as it questions. loosens its grip. it wants me to beg, but all i can do is ask to be dropped.

i'd have done it myself so long ago, but i'm so much more skilled at being the victim.

it's all right to be weak, so long as you know your weaknesses. then you can use them, just as you would anything, to your advantage.

the music not outlasting my need for it. the songs try, but i need more. cold torso of a life caught in the subway tracks. a life cut in half. mercilessly waiting on death to affect.

life has no mercy on us, so why should death. it moves at its own pace. cares not at all for how we try to rush it. the steathly hunter, it never needs to run even as its prey does.

no love rhymes to recite, though tonight it is most appropos. nothing. not a tear. not a smile. just waiting. alone.

02-14-05 monday 10:57pm

i'm open to debate. like a crater in the meteor's wake.

i'm waiting. on that sunrise. like a nightmare that doesn't know who it hates.

i'm open. fragile as the first scent of spring. frail. frail as that bird's nest perched so near to the end of the branch.

i'm not pretending to be strong. anymore. it only got me beaten. i'm not even trying to be strong anymore. it only caused people to expect more of me than i could stand.

i'm open to debate. like every question life has ever contemplated. i don't have a right. don't have wrong. i'm just collecting thoughts.

whisper on the wind looking for a song.