Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 25, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:07am 7-25-04 sunday

summer came, but premature. summer was born, but cried no more.

i'll bathe the morning in shades of sleep. to close my eyes, but better see.

we'll watch purple fingers turn to grey. as i tuck my wings beneath the sheets and gradually all the colors fade.

sunday 07-25-04 11:24pm

i wonder what anything can mean. as gently the tides rise and recede. life never admits. only teases.

i'd ask but, i'm afraid of the answers i might receive. anyway even the nice ones, i'm not so inclined to believe.

there once were fireflies, but now summer nights are only dark. there once were thousands of mosquitos, but now they are few and far apart.

and for all the nuissance any have been, i miss them. those tender reflections of childhood. those phantoms of nature that we have eradicated.

for all the friends i can make, i can't seem to keep a one of them. for all the lovers i can sate, i can't seem to tempt them to return very often.

i amongst anyone knows there's more to it than pleasure or sex. but i don't know what i have to give that i haven't. seems they just don't want what i have.

if the mornings are grey and dark and the nights even moreso. what to do except take those pages to heart. accept that they can't love you. they their love was never really what you sought.