Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 20, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-20-05 wednesday 9:51pm

so be. that's what we're supposed to do. be happy. be sad. be anything you want to. just be what you want to. show me.

blow your tears like a trumpet. if you want to. and i'll clap from the audience. screaming encore. come on. play it again.

pound your love like a bass drum. feel it vibrate through me. hit the pedal hard. and when it recoils. hit it harder yet.

that's what it means to feel.

hurt me as you heal me. the wound that creates itself. because you had to bleed. to appreciate what's inside those veins.

open don't mean nothing unless. unless you've been that closed up. so closed up that nothing can get out. and nothing gets in. pain and pleasure playing musical chairs in your head.

suddenly the music stops and someone's left standing. who will it be. this time. who will it be.

never can tell until their asses hit the cushions.

never can tell what you want until you almost have it.

and by then, it's not too late, but it's too delicate to fight over.

so we just imagine what it might've been. it isn't the end. it's just beginning.

pull the petals off and hold onto the stem.