Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 14, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:05pm 03-14-04 sunday

exchaning lyrics with the darkness. black pages absorb my red thoughts. her black pages let me write upon. but no one else can see.

what if i were gone. set adrift like a boat on the ocean. without a captain. without an anchor. just the waves as my friend. just the edge of the world my horizon. if i could float away. like a boat untethered. let the waves seduce me. maybe then. maybe then i'd be wanted. have a a love that's real.

but i can't float. i always sink. way too many holes in me. i can't sail. my masts are broken. the wind doesn't move me. it cuts through. and the ocean always teases me. always reaches out to and then quickly recedes. just like everyone does.

trading allegories with the songs. we converse like people do. only we're both always talking. no one listens. but i guess that's just the same as people do.

when the bass is thick like mud. my thoughts get caught in it. when the pianos are sharp they pierce my skin. and i bleed all over them.

if i could be a cloud at night. scarcely seen because the moon is dominant. if i could be a cloud at night. quietly dancing with the stars. that would be nice. to have a definitive place in the world. to know just why you are.