Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 17, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-17-03 monday 10pm brick NJ

stretch the days out like
an elastic band and
wait to see when it snaps;

hold your breath until
unconsciousness befriends,
like a cloud waiting on the weatherman,
predictions are seldom accurate;
and you just may find yourself
waiting longer than you
ever expected.

waiting for the words to arrive
i drink more than i should,
listening to the buzz of thoughts
flying round my mind
i kill more time than i ever
thought i could;

but it all comes down to
one short sentence,
all the poetry and the
imagery seems wasted
when you admit to the fact
that it's all just one phrase;

this is it...
this in fact is
as good as it gets.