Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 2, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

7-02-03 wednesday 8:30pm brick NJ

what'd i miss. when did it go from that to this?

have you heard this song before? do the days crease like wet flannel while you sleep? have you given all that you can? does the night taunt you with promises you know it can't keep?

i see the sun set most every evening. between the leaves. against the backdrop of suburban apathy. i see the sun set and i wonder why it rises. all the graves that it digs for itself only temporary disguises. i see the sun set and hear the silence. too many trees and too few real people. i watch the light dissipating and i wonder why it ever comes back again. so unappreciated.

if i feel your touch even when you're not here, can you blame me for wanting it so much. even as i know in my mind it's the last thing that we need. it's so easy to succumb to the simplicity in such things. even though that lust beckons with the din of all the emotions i can't express, it's so tempting just to let it win.