Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 7, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-07-05 thursday 9:50pm

disconnected. without a way. climbing stairs that go nowhere. listening for the proverbial reason to accept. perhaps someday it will come.

for now, i'll be satisfied with nothing. as often as i've been.

melting cautiously. ice clinging to its frozen facade. the heat seeps in insidiously. stealing all i thought i was.

you are my makeshift dungeon. lock me up. draw me across your rack. see how far i can stretch before i snap.

tell me once more how you feel about. move me again. tease the volcano. shift the continents. let the lava be our swimming pool. let the fault lines be our map.

we'll follow them. until they begin following us. we'll die a thousand times before we're ever offered a chance to live.

and so it is. you there in your grim smile. sad clown on narcotics. and me here speculating on all the ways that it might happen, but never will. hating not myself, but life for asking me to take care of it. loving not what we could be, but what we almost are.

just shy of forever. just centimeters passed happiness.

you will love me. as all poets will eachother. and i you. languishing in the futility of it all. much more enrapt with the pain than the scant possibility that anything we've felt so far could ever come true.