Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 20, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

7-20-03 8:10pm brick NJ sunday

take your time. take the hours like sips. don't call. don't speak. forget me.

the world won't remember us when we're gone. two ghosts that left no impression upon. phantom friends divided by a million graves. two islands lost in the oceans.

so you. so about you in every way. forget me. you always have. speak. don't listen. i've nothing left to say.

take your time. take your life like medicine.

so then. so without a beginning. without an end. so unreal. breeze of a person sweeping through my life. can't see it, but it's felt. ripples in the flesh. goose bump moments. shadow of a friend building cobwebs in the corners of my heart. so ambivalent. take your time. all the time you have. waste it. take your life for granted. but not mine.

7-20-03 sunday 11am brick NJ

if i spend all my days alone. all my nights as well. how different can it be from those times when motives don the clothes of friends?

if i laugh only because tears seem cliche. because tears are for widows and those that think there will be a reason to smile again someday.