Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 25, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-25-05 friday 8:20am

i would like nothing more than to be the one who lays beside you as you chase those random thoughts. lips to ear to heart. as they funnel directly through my head to find the meatier organs.

i would like nothing better than the chance to fill those words typewritten in with flesh. and random thoughts could be your heartbeat as i lay with you and listen to it.

oh, how much we tend to think when thinking just can't help us. fingers sprint their awkward jaunts as they reach for the crescents in skies so dark.

words invest. and words do spend. the wealth of the heart. as it deftly weighs our dvidends.

i'm not a beggar. i'm not a thief. i'm willing to pay for it.

lay down your words and random thoughts. that i could hear them. touch them. not just wish.

8:25pm 3-25-05 friday

how are you feeling now? in that cosmic sense of how it always is... now. it putting its needle into our grooves. broadcasting that embedded music.

how'm i doing since? still that riddle you're determined to solve. or no longer interested in random logic. mellifluous thoughts.

choking on your past. gagging on what could have been. there's no room in your throat to swallow what i'm giving.

arrant phoenix or flightless bird? i can't tell. couldn't say. from where i am even the ground is way over my head.

8:31pm 03-25-05 friday

what am i to do with this scroll in my hands. put it back into its bottle. send it off into the ocean to find a new stranger. whose message it may still have.

seducing the sickness. in partial wholes. fighting the wellness. interest rises from the deep like a periscope. radar squawking. submarine hearts rise up from below.

to engage the enemy. to take prisoners if neccessary.

ready to die for the chance to know.

03-25-05 friday 9:54pm

curving toward. subtle checks in your balances. the spiral staircase that is your heart. i walk. swim up its current. until i'm so dizzy and tired. all i can see is the edge. all i can feel is the sway of as i'm moved by it.

thinking that. but wishing if. want to turn that dial back on my life. fix all those moments i've broken. uncook all those gooses.

you know what i mean. maybe you do. maybe you could if.