Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 10, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

6-10-03 9pm brick NJ tuesday

it musta left when you were all distracted by those various moments you call friends. it musta been one of those occasions when there is no right answer to the questions that you wish you hadn't asked.

i couldn't guess why some days overflow with and sometimes months will pass. it's too easy to speculate, be wrong and never know that you are. it's too easy to take all those doubts in your mind and use their blades to stab away all other thoughts.

it must have been more than nothing, just not that much more. it must have been one of those situations where every direction seems wrong. where all your destinations suddenly depart. it must have been more than just. how much more so, i wouldn't dare guess. some questions are there to admire not to address.

i couldn't ask. i just can't. questions i know you don't want to answer. answers i know aren't likely to impress. i should've said a long time ago. i'm just no good with words outside of this. it musta got lost between the intent and the lips. i may have lost it in a sudden kiss. or forgotten it when. none of it matters now. not for us. those kinds of songs will never play again.