Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 8, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

7-08-03 tuesday 9:50pm brick NJ

every word breathes like the wind over the ocean. salty sweet capsules of the world in motion. how many times will i meet you? that same untouchable person wearing different faces. how many miles must i pedal until i arrive?

if i knew any of you i don't know how. if i ever breached the surface you never showed it. i suddenly feel so old. so tired. like the sun sinking on the horizon. overtaken by the darkness. mocked by the moon. slow tide eases gently into the shoreline. like smooth perfect sex when two bodies move synchornized flawless. like the return of that last kiss so new and warm again on moist lips.

if i speak. if i ask and i listen. do these phases pull me deeper in. is there a plateau in the progression that might offer a safe place to hold our position. if i step, one at a time, the destination doesn't change, just the time that it takes. the course may be different, but the end unaffected.

can we idle here for a while. pretending that we've gone as far as we want to. can we float like clouds over the sun. slow and easy with no place that we must arrive at. watching the world below as it lives. not envying. watching the days come and go and never wanting.

every night has its own personality. each one greets me with new questions. tired fingers tally the score, but there is no winning. life carries on regardless of who is participating. there are no victories. only pages to keep. empty as life has become, still it weighs so much.

7-08-03 tuesday 9:30am brick NJ

do you remember where you've been,
who you were before you became this person;

was it better? worse?
or neither? just different.

a world of lies, a world of truth;
and i don't know which to listen to,
or even if it makes any difference which i choose.