Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 2, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

06-02-03 monday 10:28pm brick NJ

well one beer don't do nothing. and four beers are something. something better than sitting here wondering why i am. one beer used to be enough. but now it hardly makes a dent. one beer, now only makes me remember instead of teaching me to forget.

do you see me in color or shades of gray? do my hues ever tint your heart or do i simply fade away?

one beer once was something, but everything changes. sometimes even me. everything changes, though not for the better neccessarily.