Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 18, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

6-18-03 wednesday 9:30pm brick NJ

if i don't remember or if i can't forget. would you listen then? when all thoughts send us back to when. where the sunset makes love to the sunrise. would you meet me there? could you make the time if somehow i could prove that time had nothing left to spare?

all the friends. all the company that lives can adjust when loneliness grows greater than the life it inhabits. all the lights in the hallways when you thought you'd turned them off. you didn't forget to flip the switch. they're just trying to remind you of the doorways that you've missed.

it's supposed to be warm. it's supposed to be sunny. by now. but it's cold and it's raining. frail hearts break easily. and healers are what they choose. lovers are as lovers do. pleasure's touch just barely hinting at something greater than. pleasure's clutch grabbing at that which it cannot have.

if hate is a fist, then love must be too. just one punches hard and the other soft. and who does which is entirely dependent on the face that it's hit.

the past holds your pride and the future your purpose. and somewhere on that road between the two there's a reason to travel. find it. take it with you. what's your journey. and why do you? what are you trying to find. and with whom?

if i say too much or stumble at every sentence. would that broken glass i dreamt of dream of you again. if i listen or if i talk. would the wind remember those thoughts. carry them back to us when?

the nightmare is never darker than the dream from which it begins. it's just do i stay or do i wake? it's just asking where you've been. do you want to be here or is there some other place.