Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 2, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-02-05 saturday 11:59am

out (tangent star). charring darkness til the black turns white.

middling theives (galaxies). choking out your triumph.

angry trees roar outside. flailing naked limbs dance resentfully with the wind.

out (tanget star). lost in cancerous clouds. and pools of self. turning in that light towards.

cogent spasms in the calm. a single voice. a single trembling word.

out tangent star. it is gone.

04-02-05 saturday 8:40pm

so here i am and there you are. flirting with reality. menacing flagrant dreams of the heart.

here i am and there you go. turning wine back to blood as you drink down the drug that is our ache.

love does ferment in the same way. grows more intoxicating day by day.

quenching wits with dubious means. enchanted most by the sheer impossibility.

so here we go. mytosis of the soul. love multiplying all by itself. survival at its weakest.

the genie listened. granted the wish. in the most unsatisfying of ways.

04-02-05 10pm saturday

time. that preponderance of. it fashions itself into the shapes you foresee.

struggling sentences. typwritten thoughts. one letter at a time they play their tug of war.

and that muck between us. taunting so.

get your feet dirty. later, you can still clean them off.

if you're so inclinded.

but i'd rather stay dirty. covered in.

there's nothing like the scent of victory when you know someone else is about to partake of that feast.

lurch forward. move in. feel the moment as it presides upon.

judging now. your jury is your alibi. your trial is your loyalty.