Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 27, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

2-27-05 11:16am sunday

i'm not funny anymore... but people will still laugh.

i'm not ugly anymore... but there's nothing inside me that impersonates beauty in any of its human forms.

attraction being the wormy bait and lust the hook on which we're caught.

surface touches. nothing more.

fleeting lovers. passing friendships.

i'm not that fat, awkward girl anymore. changed the outside. but underneath still is.

i don't look like her anymore, but they can sense it. i haven't really changed at all.

02-27-05 9:28pm sunday

high octane hearts run hot and fast. crave premium gasoline. with spoilers on their backsides that bring the wind to its knees.

it's a memory just waking up. the scent of sexed on sheets. time breathes in. expands its lungs. and then gently releases.

all at once the past becomes the present. and those tears are real.

your heart accelerates. changing lanes. swiftly passing all those slow moving tractor trailer dreams. you hurdle the horizon again and again, but the edge of the world never gets any closer. and the sun continues to set.