Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 12, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-12-05 saturday 8:24pm

spaghetti o's and black eyed peas.
canned heat and lotsa protein
bearing down hard;
underneath or ontop of me.

two little yellow eyes in my ashtray
through the black, a distant light
threading itself through;
like me looking out.
you there. looking at.

pretzel stix and nachos with cheese.
salty, sweaty pleasure melting
on my tongue, coating my teeth.

not good for you. but good to eat.

swallow it down. big bites.
two little yellow fragments of
peering through another's eyes.

03-12-05 8:39pm saturday

heh, i've been quoted. the roar of recognition. the fear in being noticed.

i know she could be. if not to me, then surely someone else. the chorus that their life's been lacking.

i know she wants to. know me. if only she'd ask her questions. lure this timid heart out of its den.

passive are her thoughts. her words. her presense. i guess that's as much a positive as it is a negative.

something holds her back it seems. some invisible tether. perhaps the woman she loved before she ever imagined the possibility of loving me.

i wonder can she free herself. i wonder how much longer. if she'll ever really want to know. guess i'll wait awhile with her. see if i can help her with those ropes.

03-12-05 saturday 9:55pm

the hours. they get lost. cross the finish line, but cannot stop. the stubble on your frown. it feels like velvet. don't you ever smile. laugh out loud?

if a kitten never purred no one would want it. if a puppy never wagged its tail, shook its leg. no one would want to rub it belly.

roll over. on your back. open your mouth and let me make your tail wag.

if you take the long way back. chances are you took the shortcut to get there. dealing in extremes. of depth. of degrees.

harsh memories negotiate the tunnels beneath. mines in the self promising diamonds and gold. riches both real and imagined. i don't want the wealth. just want to fill that hole.

03-12-05 11:30pm saturday

i'm just sad now and i don't know what ot make of it. since there's no reason to be.

you rub against my chin. tell me how you feel then.

lingering on. you burn so slow. but a burn it is.

i never made a promise. never tried to contest. when you said that you were gone i only laid my flowers on the grave and felt sorry that our lives hadn't had more time to spend.

i never said you should. or that you didnt't. i just would watch. like a star looking down upon. and wonder why the darkness never changed.

i was too young then. but i grew up. i was so young then. but time made allowances. you wanted something. but i wanted so much.

i never got. butt that's life. isn't it. that's love when you give it up.