Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 7, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-07-05 saturday 9:43pm

over you come. blind guillotine on the left end of was.

there we were. lit up like multicolored christmas lights. each illumination chasing the next in an endless race back to the beginning again.

over you came. humbling my makeshift mountains.

altitudes i thought so out of reach, you took for granted.

altitudes at which i could barely breathe, you laughed out loud.

then it was a question waiting on my answer. a balnk test sheet and life's red pen eager to give it a grade.

the essay comes quietly. in pencil written. dull, grey, graphite sketches.

because it's a fact. i am uncertain.

how can you write in ink. how can you be so sure.

never knowing at all what exactly it is you're writing for.

those mountains slouched and lowered us. so that we could see what peaks we'd been upon before we'd reached this one.

those mountains, they breathed a sigh of relief as they let us down. knowing in their own way, we'd gone past the peak.