Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 16, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-16-03 friday 9:21pm brick NJ

it's open like a mouth waiting on a kiss. but closed like a heart that's been broken.

i can't think of what to say next. or even believe anyone wants to hear it. it's alone in its truest sense. my humble beginnings come back to humble me again.

it's a song you can't remember. a rhythm you can't forget. it's all those tears you caught before they could. it's the silence you wrap yourself in. unplug the contact and pretend that you never wanted it.

no friends. no enemies. just people. people who i'll never know. who can never know me. no friends. no enemies. no love. no lovers. just people i'll never know. who will never know me.

i get lost most every night. as if when the sun sets i suddenly go blind. or maybe that's just what i've always been. only pretending that the sunlight has vision to give. i don't get lost. i always have been. and no one wants to find. i thought i'd found. but i was blinded again.

it's that static you get just before the call connects. that hum between tracks that fills your head with all the thoughts of the empty moment. it's an open heart bleeding all over your touch. it's a person you never meant to know. just some friend who never really was.