Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 16, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

3-16-05 8:30am wednesday

i know how it is. how it wants to be.

life throws pepper at your heart. makes it sneeze.

but you're not sick. it's just a one time thing.

03-16-05 wednesday 9:35pm

turning corners in your words. are they headed somewhere or only going in circles?

reading as. lapping at the thoughts. as they drip from that leaky faucet that is your heart.

nothing is a pale confidante. haunting as it does. the ghost of change.

pulling back. the moon shrinks to show the stars. the sky lit up like a stadium waiting on the ceremony of the first pitch.

i'm everything you presumed i was when those first phrases snuck under your skin. and moreso. so much more you'll never get to glimpse.

so you must be just like every hook you dangled that coaxed those fishes out of my ocean. with that squirmy bait. left me gasping for breath in a world where i could never live.

03-16-05 wednesday 9:50pm

got clean hair. clean flesh. still waiting on clean sheets to sleep on. clean clothes to wear.

got headlights in my room from the car next door. hungry engines sucking down their gasoline while i wait for a permanent parking space.

got songs to listen. and be listened by. men and women making money off their misery and mine.

got the fingers. got the words. adjectives nuzzling against me like cats needing attention.

got so many things. and am gotten. watching the ground opening up beneath me and wondering if something to hold onto is among them.