Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 22, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-22-05 friday 10:48pm

what you are. dog fish star.

departing like hours do from the calendar. lost like love is from our hearts.

corrupt pygmalion. repentant mephistoples. a barter of extortion. a promise to fail us. a whisper on bended knee.

oblique. as angles are so too must lives be. joints skewed toward some vague target off in the distance. the whisper of a whisper that sings in your head when you chance to recall how it once was to feel.

purple sleeves. white buttons. as you wear yourself by degrees. pixel by pixel i see you come into focus. that all too animated image of all that is stagnant between.

surreptitous clauses in this contract of humanity. x's waiting on your commitment.

and the last bits of you still filtering through my thoughts. spores of dinosaurs and other things now extinct.

terminal is their happiness. their satisfaction with themselves and the objects they own. be they jewelry, clothes, cars or people.

terminal is their anguish. as day in and day out they fight the knowledge that in actuality, they have nothing.