Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 13, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-13-03 tuesday 10pm brick NJ

it was or it wasn't. you tell me. your memory is much cleaner. am i broken because or just for no good reason. is it all wasted again. another polaroid my life took that won't develop. nothing more than a new conflict for these rhymes to grapple with.

it was or so it wasn't suddenly. you took me by surprise more than once. first when i saw your face and fell in love with the person that wore it. and second when you told me i had misunderstood. i spose i should've known. but i guess i just wanted to believe it for a little while. real afterall being only just as real as we let. maybe it hasn't been real since, but it was real then.

it's not as if life had somehow found a reason. though for a moment it felt that way. it's not as if i would'nt have found some other reason to romance death again. or was it.

i don't know. i never have. my place has always been to create questions rather than answer them. it's not as if everything i felt suddenly changed and life was something i wanted. or was it. even if so, it wouldn't have lasted.