Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 9, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-09-05 8:55pm wednesday

reticent smiles. tentative friends. how can words ever be enough. now that i need to say. yea, i'm not really sure what.

you monitor the changeless sky for any hint of activity. months. years leave you stranded in your routine.

nothing left to know now except what can't be foreseen.

nothing left to feel now except the thrust of possibility.

03-09-05 905:pm wednesday

none but the sermon in your heart. preaching as it does on the virtues of acceptance. as you drink down your hail mary's one bottle at a time.

if tomorrow wants me i'll lay down for her. stick my tongue out and do what she pleases. there's nothing else to do and she's such a willing whore.

none but the dandelion lets me wish so easily. i just breathe and watch her seeds fly away to deliver the gods my secrets.

i didn't quite wake up, but i opened my eyes just enough to see. the color in her white dress. the eager in her repose.

i licked my thumb. turned the page. blank pages began to hint at words. i can't make them out yet. but i'm willing to be wait.

i might yet wake up, if i should ever get enough sleep. dream enough that. or find one of those dreams upon waking.

i'm not hopeful, but my hopelessness has begun debating.

03-09-05 wednesday 9:44pm

don't you wonder when you're sleeping who or what's sleeping next to you. as much as you feel you are, you're never really alone.

i'm just dreaming in color again. 16 million shades of grey claiming i'm the one who's colorblind. i'm just bumping up the resolution on my vision. hunting down the smaller flaws. zooming in on the shiftier reasons.

falling alseep to. people echoing like songs. walking up to them on feet made of water. always drowning before you even start to swim.

i don't want nothing. not anymore. but i can be tempted. weak as i am. the wind blows gently and in my head it's a hurricane. the wind barely blinks. but i'm blown away.

i didn't want. just was lured by. cause i'm easy to fool. like greyhounds desperately pursuing those plastic rabbits. just make the suggestion. see me sweat.

i'm not looking. not for anyone else. and not for myself anymore. i found her once, but left her there. we didn't really get along.

i'm not trying to be anyone's happiness. not my own. certainly not anyone else's.

but i can be tempted.