Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 15, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

6-15-03 9:31 pm brick NJ sunday

zippo eyes. the flame never goes out until you close the lid. zippo eyes burn my heart as i stare at them.

you don't remember, but you could. you don't offer, but you should.

infant summer cries as the darkness decides to act again. cool, dark blanket envelops the not so distant sun. the heat and the feeling of warmth baking my skin as between the wind and the traffic i grin pedalling with far too little effort. forgetting every dream. laughing at the pain as the adrenalin supercedes. remembering when there was you, but smiling still because once in a long while life can be beautiful too.

father's day or farther night. i couldn't say since. no hate, just numb. i needn't refrain. it's not something that i want.

in the less you'll sometimes find more. in the cool of sunny days now sleeping cigarettes and booze become better friends. better friends than people will. better friends than they choose. they seem to make their marks in your flesh and think that they will still be there when so much later they come looking for them. maybe they should. but that's not what i want. that's not who i am. those marks will always be there, but i will cover them. they won't find them again.

weary lyrics. cliched melodies. they leave little room for forgiveness in a world of people who tend to forget. they move like my blood does, smooth and sadly uneven. limping on the crutches of lies that never should've been trusted.

you don't see and what's more you don't want to. you don't need and what's worse i do. the only way to overcome it is to never have to look it in the face again. cause every time i see you, i forget. every time i see you it's as if we've always been together. and i need to remember that we haven't.