Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 13, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-13-05 wednesday 11pm

is it not time enough to know just where you've been. how far you've come. have you not the ability to remember how blue skies fill with clouds and the sun is quickly blotted out. and the logic of the rain that comes next. to fat the parched landscape before it starves itself to death.

life is bulemic. binge and purge through the heart's tender esophagus.

whether or not you swallow it, it will be digested regardless.

take what you can. because even pain is nourishment when faced with all that nothing which comes after.

are we not older tonight. and every one. the pinwheel spinning so fast that the days. the months are only a circular blur.

aren't we. haven't we always been. me. and you. never us. just two people. maybe a little less. just two strangers lacking a friend.

and then it shatters. like everything will when you drop it from so high up. but the pieces that it becomes don't mean it's broken. just that now we can see clearly what bits once comprised the whole.

don't give me glue. don't ask me to reconstruct. just sit with me as i marvel at the fragments. cause i've always known that's really all that anything is. don't hate the pieces for showing us.