Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 21, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-21-03 10pm brick NJ wednesday

autumn smiles change colors like leaves falling from sleeping trees. a sweet chorus of lies to enchant your otherwise dreary life. nevermind why. just be still for a while.

i heard indecision in your voice. i could feel insecurity behind. cast those extraneous heartbeats to the winds of change and hope they don't blow it back in your face. or that if they do, there's something in it you can find to make it all or at least some of it worthwhile.

legacies are as legacies must. trappings of ego clutch to eternity's breast. suckle on the milk of tomorrows you'll never see. like a wing caught on the wind you're flying against your will. the ground is so far. the clouds even more. caught between the beginning and the end. all this middle makes it hard to. all that middle was life when you knew it. legacy and pride. the clutchings of ego and dream. leaving would be so easy if not for memory. who will remember. when and why. what will they see. this shadow of a life that spread thin across my time spent. what will they call it. will they even call it at all. a long last cigarette teasing the ashes. the very same ashes that mark its demise. a legacy is no more than that which you bring to it. everything or nothing. life or death. a legacy is all that life has to prove itself when. to prove that it was when it no longer does. ego and love and all the subtle makings of poetry and madness. who will remember. and why. anyone. i'm already gone, but even death has its stage. dying for so long. that is my legacy. all that i can leave behind. that is mine. what is yours?