Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 11, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

6-11-05 saturday 11am

tired type - fundamental act of cleansing.

auditory rape. forward or backward.

either is moving. neither is progress.

from where i stand.

6-11-05 saturday 8:47pm

full frontal. or so it would appear. exposed. a life full of termites. unseen. eating it away from the inside.

never knew. didn't want to. that jacob's ladder hearts are given to climb.

but stubborn is the life under my skin. a force unto itself. separate we are and yet, so connected.

but i've ascended every rung. i know what's at the top of. and just what isn't.

partial thoughts weigh in. birds' nests on the weaker branches. some eggs are bound to loose their grip come the stronger winds.

some will be born. some will not.

let us not worry for the ones we've lost. and instead be thankful for the ones we've got.

06-11-05 saturday 10:45pm

i can trace the bone. protruding as it does. hard path twoard who knows what.

i can follow the leg as it straddles my thoughts. broken knee cap joining the future and the past.

and the skin as it covers up. in its cold satin sheen. shining in the glow of the tv. and the absense of all those hairs.

i'm guilty of. and imprisoned for. i'm not making a plea bargain. i'm asking them to change the laws.

i can follow the bone protuding. like a car would the lanes of a highway long. marker after marker insisting you've gone too far.

hard as it is, to touch it, it feels so soft. because everything that surrounds it is.

you're only as strong as your weakest spot.

you don't desire to loved for what you are.

we all want to be loved for what we are not.