Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 25, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-25-05 wednesday 10:41pm

glancing back. memory lies. what you then saw as forest. only barren limbs. it was all right, but now again, it isn't.

there's no tomorrw waiting for when at last i'll come alive. there's no yesterday that doesn't negotiate with my obsessions.

it was alive. i know because i peformed the autopsy.

and i know it's dead for this same reason.

picking your happiness like flowers. gathering a bouquet. to bring it home to who knows who. long ago you planted the seeds. and now they've risen.

i too planted some of my own.

just forgot to water them.