Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 20, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-20-05 sunday 9pm

why touch. why try to. when it can never last. why love. why hope to. only to feel everything vanishing into the years that pass.

why touch. why grab onto. confining what we love to our selfish hands. why keep it there when we know it doesn't want to be. when if it really loved us back in would return again without us having to ask.

why touch strangers. pretending as though they're our friends. our lovers. it can't be for the ten seconds of pleasure. it must be loneliness stripping us down to our underwear again.

why close our eyes when we kiss. to hide from the truth that they're tonguing down throats. that our only reason to love anyone is not to be alone.

03-20-05 9:20pm sunday

ambivilent as you are. tall grass swaying in the breeze. i wasn't looking for a decision. just some pollen with which to grow my own.

your life doesn't care what you do with it. you can sell it at a thousand percent profit or you can let it rot in the bowels of some musty warehouse. it doesn't matter to your life. it won't care. it'll remain exactly the same as when first you received it. helpless as an infant. waiting for you to feed it.

9:40pm sunday 03-20-05

you don't move me, but you do give the occasional shove.

your heart doesn't look like i saw through the lens before i developed those photographs.

but that's life for ya. what you see looking through the viewfinder is seldom what comes out the other end when you open up the camera.

maybe you remember me. maybe you don't. that apple pie you ate hot out of the oven. that tender crust you broke open to get to the soft fuit within.

maybe i don't care. maybe i do a little more than i should. it's the human condition. the disease that is living. always questioning every decision.

always blaming the knife when it's the fork that's the villain.

putting ourselves on plates and then wondering why we get eaten.

selling ourselves below cost and then blaming everyone else when we're going out of business.