Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 20, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

06-20-05 monday 10:29pm

fetid intervals in breathing. churn me. til i'm butter. sweet and fatty. biproduct of friction.

talk to me as though i'll listen. you must know that i will. after all this time. i can't help but hear what i want to. for the sake of living. for the entropy of cyclical lives.

yearning is a systemic disease. poisons all that is related to the infected. until time wanders in to vaccinate.

slice it down the center. from breastbone to gullet. let out everything inside. a waterfall of organs.

it's too easy to breathe. it should be harder. life too likely to persist. it ought to be more sparse. allow those who are time to rejuvinate. give me seasons. give me change. give me different colors for the different days.

give me some signal that the world is there. that it's waiting.

teach me over. how it leaks quietly into snoring hearts. teach me to dream. with eyes open. imagining how different life could be if.

show me beginnings. that they can come but more than once. that they happen at all. how you could be this.

wear it close to your breast. like the locket dangled from a necklace. some old photograph tucked inside. that gathers the ache and ushers it away from entering your life.

i don't wand to wait for it to change. don't want to wait until it's over.

life. i want to remember. remember how to be alive.

06-20-05 11pm monday

my opiate. my darling child. seducing with the charms of somethiing so different from. forked tongue sniffing the air for movement.

slither me. slither us. as upon our bellies we crawl.

leave those feet for some other task.

touch those scales and feel how weighted is the length of your glance.

i couldn't please. couldn't even try. given the nature of your reason. given the needs with which you have aligned.

smother me in what you emit. perfumed breezes that carry their specimens.

am i alive. and if so, what does life expect?

am i just this bridge from the waters wrung. to carry us over the sapn. to act as if islands don't exist. though from everywhere they're sprung.

what do you remember now that i leave you to it.

fill your sandwich with rotten meat. dial your heart long distance.

disconnect. press the button. i could lose you and lose nothing. because that is all you've tried to be.

6-20-05 monday 11:48pm

'but you couldn't share the pain' *

couldn't share it in the least. no. because it all. it all belongs to me.

it's mine.

leave it alone.

'your friends they stand around they watch you crumble. as you falter to the ground' *

if they ever looked. if they should chance to glance in that direction, they might see. what remains of. what remains of me.

or if not, oh well, then. the world stops and i think at last.

don't move me. just let me stay. or if you must. then carefully. but they never do.

there's never enough time and there's so mcuch of it.

don't you know. it's waiting for you to tell it how to be. it's waiting. there with arms outstretched.

and here i am with nothing. nothing at all to offer it.

last thread seeking its knot. tie me. if i can be. unravel the blanket and realize it's not the reasons you feel cold.

it's warm in here, but never warm enough.

soothe me. make me want what i can never have.

lull me into that deep sleep that only love can impose.

and wait. listelessly. until it's left us.

so much better off for having known. precious are the moments when we can believe oursleves when we speak of.

it doesn't last.

but oh, how i wish it could.

feeble dreams of sinners' tugging on the sand. won't you come away with me. as these waves leave again. couldn't you just once. just once love me how i am.

or if not admit that you never did.

thats's all ask.

* quoted phrases from the song 'far behind' by candlebox