Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 3, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-03-05 2:27pm sunday

down by the bottom of her frown.
there's a peak in her grief
that still remembers joy.

in that ironic sense.
like the tears of a clown.

down by the sixteenth beer.
she begins to untie those ribbons
that keep her dress secured.

and as the fabric melts away
it reveals to me all she fears.

down by the last few goodbyes
there's a yearning coming from.
both sides.

goodbye - don't leave me.
i'll let you go, but you can't hurt me.

because you were never really mine.

04-03-05 sunday 10:16pm

as the night approaches your pupils will widen. against your will you'll be forced to see. everything you thought you could hide from.

as truth condemns and lies do beckon. you debate which you'll submit to while secretly you're plotting your betrayal of both of them.

it's not easy being human. animal with so many questions the other animals never have to reckon with. over inflated brains that pop like tires when we drive too fast on them.

as i tend to remember. culling the next day for the fruits the previous night has sired. poking through the leaves. hunting for what is most ripe. the ground is a distant friend. and i envy the sky.