Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 1, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-01-05 friday 9pm

spread the moments. like butter on. warm lives fresh the oven. liquifying all those fatty solids.

promise nothing. but threaten possibles. your shadow echoes as it trumps the darkest corners in. your shadow howls like a lonesome wolf. the moon its only friend.

words tenuous at best, straddle the waves that signify the greater depths.

white. like dreaming is. stark folds in the brain where decision is a coin toss. and the colors fall like rain upon. penetrating. first the cracks and then soon the surface.

making everything slippery. every footfall screams. sinking into the remains of the day.

lying under the sky so naked. waiting impatient for its lips to part. for it to venture a taste.

how sour will you be then. when all that sugar's gone from your veins. and all you're left with is the remnants of stale birthday cakes and candles melted.

04-01-05 friday 9:50pm

i waste. what i do. by virtue of the fact that there's so little left to lose.

threading hours through the needle's eye. as the holes insist. mending as life sees fit.

landscapes open like the wings of. spread in flight. hugging the wind. pushing the ground away as everything else is pushing in.

just a little more and then what mattered will lose its grip. leather clad hands gripping the the steering wheel as the gas runs out.

stalled by yourself or by design. does it really matter how, now that the miles have run ahead of you. and you're left watching them sprinting off into the horizon.

how could it ever matter if i say what i do when all those words have always been percipitating down the sides of every glass you sipped.

why should it matter now. just because the condensation is counting toward.

if it didn't matter then. i don't reallly care for what it supposes about.

if it didn't matter when. lips to the rim of a weighted kiss. all we took away from dividing until the whole was just a tiny fraction of what it'd been.

it doesn't matter now, if it didn't matter then. sleeping in your stare. darkness becoming you.

i waste. how bout you.

are you wasting. wasted.

got anytrhing to prove?