Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 13, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

6-13-03 friday 8:35pm brick NJ

i write with my self-prescribed reasons. cured with my self-medicating lyrics. it's everything and nothing caught in the vacuum that is life. worm hole moments suck you in and a new dimension inflates your mind.

shadows move across the screen as if just watching can make it be. light filters colors into careful categories. but as darkness falls they all become grey.

a minute or a year. they are almost the same if measured in. if measured by what we've done with them.

blame is not it's own god. regret tells it where to point. and regret stands no stronger. bitterness supersedes both of them. and bitterness is what lives tend to collect. bitterness is your only blanket when the concept of happiness admits it works only in theory. not in practice.

i write with nothing to say. punctuate each and every night with an emptiness deeper than i can say. i compose the days long since after they've. i write with nothing left to say. punctuate each minute with a sadness even alcohol cannot forgive.

if these words are me. and i am them. who are we when? if i write for no reason will i ever find it? if i write with nothing to say because nothing is all that i have. am i wrong? is right even an option. or was it never why or when? only beginnings trying to find their ends. only just life not understanding why it is.