Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 26, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

7-26-03 saturday 7:11pm brick NJ

if time gives chase will you be hunted or make her the prey? if nights embrace bass lines that penetrate too deep. will the same songs keep on playing afterward? can they?

if inspiration is shy, but i go after her. can the words still come out right? if conscience decides i'm on my own this time. if fear forgets for a moment and just lets me try. i must. it can't be denied.

should i. shouldn't i. all the while i was debating it, it had already been decided. all the while i was thinking wrong, it felt so right.

7-26-03 9:05pm saturday brick NJ

i died just a little bit. small piece gone. never to come back.

i lived just for a while. short eclipse of life.

you pulled me apart and then pulled me in. i did not resist. i'm glad i didn't.

you are. have been since. so far. so quick.

i'm dying again and reveling in it. moments give in and let themselves happen.

i lived again for a little while. i want to live again.

7-26-03 9:48pm saturday brick NJ

tasted it, but that was too much. couldn't swallow. tried to, but it wouldn't allow.

chased it like a drug. put the needle in, but couldn't find the vein. threw my heart into the debate, but had no argument.

never have. never can.

fell into the embrace. like a bandage. stop the bleeding. make it last. if you can.

asked, but couldn't like the answer. tried not to, then gave in. it was too easy. playdough hearts never harden. but they shape anyway you want them. they always take the dent. any pressure is enough. playdough hearts aren't to be loved. they're just to be molded. take that shape for a while. until a new hand comes to redefine. they never harden. they just keep changing depending upon who is touching them.