Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 18, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-18-05 monday 10:33pm

goodbye has always been my favorite word. that choke chain around the heart that forces it to heel. lives don't need to feel more than they do. we need time to learn to love the feelings we've been beseiged with. but life always has other plans. its legs so much longer. it always walks so much faster than i can.

there is no one person right only for one other. if there were, more would be lonesome than already are.

we're given the pitchfork and the scarecrow. and left to tend to those fields on our own.

i look often, but fail to find what can be so worthwhile about life that i should be compelled to cater to its demands. i study. the happy. the sad. and find little difference.

some are full of excuses. others are full of denial. but either way, they're not content with what they have.

some make babies. some make dollars and cents. there are even those who manage to make both at the same time. but all i see is where it leads to. they all end up in the same place in the end.

loving that which is most dependent. and most dependent upon that which they are loved by.

04-18-05 10:41 monday

exhume the body. find the holes in. where the maggots have eeaten through. the realization that dead is dead.

once i looked. but now i just see. silent conclave in the auditorium of their decay.

once i sought. but now i only wait.

the bargains you make are only with yourself. not for your happiness. but for your complacency.

even if it changes, not enough. even as you reach out, you can feel the distance in the stretch of your arm. how far it's gone from.

two states. or ten between. how could it matter. your world and mine. they cross paths sometimes. but they never meet.

you plunge your needle into my veins. gladly i donate the blood.

but we dance on opposite ends of the earth. as you kiss the moon, i seduce the sun. not because we're really that far apart. but simply because together is something we could never hope to want.