Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 18, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-18-03 10am sunday brick NJ

habits form and these
fleshy coats we've worn
begin to fray;

habits form and these
years we've collected
begin to weigh.

5-18-03 sunday 10:45pm brick NJ

if the moon folds. don't be surprised. if the bluff doesn't hold. it's better i guess. one less lie you have to protect.

if there's something i was supposed to say. something i ought to have appreciated. maybe it just got lost on that long highway you put between. or perhaps it just wasn't that important.

if time frowns upon me again i wouldn't be surprised. wouldn't have any cause to resent. vampire hearts can't be expected to breathe. and graveyard love isn't expected to bleed in any way that the living would notice.

sympathy goes without pride. and pride without sympathy. love has no friends in low places. and friendship no place for the unwanted.

it's easier when you can sever that connection to the feeling world. so much calmer when there's nothing to expect. knowing so safely that they cannot enter. even if they might never. there is comfort in being the one who decides.

life will ensue once again. come back to claim this flesh. silence will give way to sound. serenity to confusion. words upon the screen try to live, but they are dead. as dead as the empty lives that pretend them. fragments of someone who once tried to remember. tried to remind me of when. i haven't forgotten, but those empty words, they only make it less.