Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 16, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-16-05 saturday 8:15pm

i'll tell you my name, but only part of it. so that we can know eachother. but not so much that it will matter when we don't anymore.

i'll hold you in my head like summer nights hold the fireflies. all that darkness only serves to illumate them.

looking at. distance belies. which sees further? depth or perspective. i guess it depends on the image.

what do you see?

9:40pm 04-16-05 saturday

folding memories like heavily starched sheets. each corner so sharp. every wrinkle becoming a permanent crease.

how much more to remember til there's something new to live.

i am a disciple of fools.

patterns in life. and habits formed all to readily.

the aorta of despair bursts open. halting the entire system.

collapsing into the rivers of sorrow that race along my shins.

and bending down i reach through the murky water to retreive. that chunk of my life i'd lost in there. that piece of the raft that will fill in the hole enough to get me back to shore.

or if not, i'll gladly drown in the journey toward.

bury me beside my saviors. my saviors whom i never selected for.

the savior is the deadly disease. not its future cure.