Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 31, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

3-31-03 monday brick NJ 10pm

it's old and tired. the dreams we've sired the undead now. feeding on the lives of others. feeding on the remnants of what once was. i know i write too much. i know i think way beyong the boundaries of. but such is my vice. one of many. such is my presense. my reson'detra. i know you could do without many of my sendings. i know you could do without a lot of things i plead. such is my vice. it's all over and done within seconds. it's just a matter of moments between here and then. me and you. just an exclamation point at the end of a sentence that doesn't end. you and me. just a question mark trying to befriend hostiile answers.

i could print it out. i could publish on the web. maybe then the world would see what i am. maybe then someone would appreciate who i am. maybe, but i doubt it. i could click send. i could keep it here locked up safe in the archives of my files. i coudl do anything that i want with it. but it isn't about what i want to do. it's always been all about you.