Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 18, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-18-03 tuesday 9:56pm brick NJ

yesterday's nothing but
a song i couldn't learn to play;
and tomorrow much more similar
than i can ask myself to forgive;

i know it in your voice. i knew it in my heart. or just the brief love that a shadow will give the sun. i can find the reason. i can trace the source. but i can't resolve. i can't take these lives of straw and weave them into gold. i can't make the rain fall in any other direction. and so still it falls on me.

it's just a question that doesn't want to find its answer. just that last snowflake before we push it all away. the winter in its final stages is so akin to spring. count your heartbeats carefully until the night eclipses your dreams.

the things we can control and those that we can't have their meeting places where they plan what will happen to us. what we've done and all that we wish we never had. they have their communications. various treaties and agendas. you can change your life, but only if you have. you can barter yourself to the gods of fate, but what have you got to trade?