Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 20, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:08pm thursday 5-20-04

one night leads to the next. in a dreary parade of inflated cartoon images. like everything is a joke, but no one can laugh. like reality is just another stupid show on tv, but we're afraid to turn it off.

sometimes i miss you. sometimes him. sometimes myself is all i miss. rambling stranger cutting paths through my consciousness.

is it the act of or just the thought. a heart might be given to wager on the intent, but inevitably it'll lose that bet. as much as anyone can wish it to be enough, there are limitations on everything. including love.

i can grieve for what i lost. or accept that i never really had. it doesn't really make a difference in how i feel. either way, it still feels just as bad.

i can write of death like we've already wed and had our children. as if that's the only thing in my life i've ever truly believed in. it might just be that it is.

time and distance draw me into their bed like lovers do. then rape me. pull all the skin off of me. truly naked. like an infant. covered in blood and weakness. time and distance conspire to change me. rip a hole so big that everything i've ever felt just falls out like an aborted fetus.

time and distance mean nothing. nothing at all to me. they're just another measure of how much love i feel.