Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 29, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

06-29-05 10pm wednesday

joints that bend. both ways. like plants. they don't just grow toward the sky. they dig deeper into from where they came.

like people will. simultaneously connect and push away. whatever feels nearest. whatever needs them most.

the jungle is only where you put it in your head. lush vegetation to conceal both predator and prey.

eyes that see in both directions. the world out there. and one within.

it gets so easy that i can't stand it. just to sit and stare. pendulum victim of momentum.

it gets so easy to just breathe. give in to life. insolent clock that keeps on ticking. no hour gives it pause. no finish or start. just the circle it traverses to infinity.

beginning. end. they're the same.

raindrops dancing on their tiptoes. scorning the adamant winds.

memories without a washcloth. making you dirtier instead.

goodbye without the hope that it actually isn't.