Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 11, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-11-05 8:55pm wednesday

i wish i knew how you feel when the night passes out beside you and starts talking in its sleep.

i wish i knew. i wish i knew what it says.

but all i know is myself. no one else.

cloud on the verge of spilling it all out. goodbye caught in your throat.

i had to touch it, though i knew it wasn't something i could hold. i had to feel it just once. the pull of the petals as the flower closed.

the smell of the first raindrop right before the storm soaks you through. i couldn't hold it, but i could feel it covering me in itself. every inch of my skin and far below.

05-11-05 9:52pm wednesday

the years rattle. like a tin can being kicked. down the street it goes. just ahead of the feet that are behind its progress.

nothing inside. and no lid anymore to keep any new things in.

propelled forward by the laws of physics.

you rattle and i think, does he need another kick. or is it myself echoing against the friction of the pavement.

the years moan with the empty they float. freely as it comes and goes. no label to define it. no seal to keep what it tries to hold.

all night long it rattles through the streets that run through the regions of your heart. while time keeps on kicking toward. you can only listen as it scrapes its way through those gravelly paths.

there's no lid, but there's a bottom if you look hard.