Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 13, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-13-05 friday 9:15pm

the night slithers in like a snake in the underbrush. on its belly it moves. undetected until the moment it bites. but it's not putting venom into its victims. it's extracting it from them.

all the muddled people. all the soured herarts.

you wait. but tomorrow never comes. just the same hours repeating until there is only one.

just the hour in which the sun gave way and bid you farewell. only the hour in which you let yourself know you'd never be better again.

tear off your sorrow and admit what's underneath it is worse.

05-13-05 friday 9:50pm

turning on your axis. a planet about to snap. the days. the months. the years. all of them will pass. you'll wobble and you'll drift closer to and farther from that burning star at the center of your world. that inferno of a cloud that ceaselessly at your core beckons.

maybe it's only a moment. or it could've been a lifetime. you closed your eyes and put on your sunglasses. and they never noticed you were no longer alive.

maybe the apple can fall further than they'll tell you it can. and the ground beneath that will dole out its impact. you'll never know if it's really that hard. you'll never believe their cautions until you have tested it for yourself.

it's not enough to be told. you have to ask.

it's not enough to know the answers. you have to know why they are that.

what if the costumes aren't worn, but rather they grow over. like layers of bark on a tree. year by year our skin thickens and we're forced to part with yet another batch of leaves.