Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 24, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-24-05 thursday 10:22pm

remember when. no. i can't. angry ocean. island stranded. feeble raft.

don't you ever wake up from those dreams. crawl away from. out of that warm bed and feel the cold floor hit your feet as you try to walk again.

urinating in the dark because you're so afraid to let go of that strand of sleep still in your grasp. don't open your eyes. don't turn on the light. just follow the pattern of your life.

marking down. minutes become months. you think you're losing them. but no, they're the ones cleaning out the closet. discarding all those artifacts of your life. dinosaur bones of the past that don't fit the current skeleton.

you let only your fingers speak to them. knowing they can't hear. making mountains out of words. at altitudes no one can traverse.

there's a pinnacle to everything. a top that beckons. but how hard it is to reach. is a greater motivator than how high it is.