Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 22, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

3-22-03 saturday 8:30pm brick NJ

if it isn't that poetic -
if it isn't what you expected
don't remind me,
don't remind me all
that i've almost forgotten;

if it's just words on the screen -
not the life it used to try to be,
if it comes to you packaged
not quite so passionately
don't ignore it, just take it for
what it means to be,
for whatever's left of
how i used to love;

if it's too much -
more words than
your life can hold,
don't throw them away -
put them somewhere for later
when you might be able,
if it's too much -
longer than your time permits -
don't delete it,
save it for another day
when there might be
a reason to read it.

if it's too poetic,
if the metaphors
become too cryptic,
if the feelings get lost
in the similies that engulf them,
don't try to understand,
just read as if you already have,
just read it once and then
put it away for when
you may actually need it;

even if you never do,
it will always be there for you,
even if you never need me,
i'll always be waiting,
even if you can't love me
that won't even change how i feel.

3-22-03 saturday 8:37pm brick NJ

i unplug the phone and wonder why it never rings. i dial the numbers and wonder how they can ever connect you to me. watch the months collecting the years like raindrops in a bucket. trick or treating door to door lives. begging for sweet things from strangers. begging for something to swallow that might taste good again.

i go to the pages and examine what i've made of them. i go to the places and wonder why i ever left. why it is. why it isn't. every question leads to another. every answer creates a new dilemna. why it is. why it isn't. what it was. what it never should have been.

i've just one last thing to say. just one more metaphor to place. the finger on your tips. the ghost of a chance that crackles between our closeness. why? why not? not when. i know never when i see it. the glide of love through my flesh to yours. does it not reach inside? the impact of your lips on mine. like a lightning bolt through my heart. like i'd never lived until then. the engery in that tiny gap between our flirting fingertips. do you not feel it? like that first taste of saltwater in your mouth. you never forget the sensation. like the first wave drilling you into the sand. you never see the ocean the same again. a burst of breath after no oxygen. life fills my heart the second that i see your face. born again one more time when your flesh touches mine.