Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 28, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

7-28-04 7:29am wednesday

i opened up my eyes. to daylight grim and bloated. breech birth morning choking on its own umbliical cord. suffocating on what was to supposed to keep it alive.

i opened up my eyes, but all that i could see was last night. and the ones before that. all filling my mind's vertical amphitheater. frowning down upon this center from their vertigo heights. mezzanine shades of consciousness billowing behind my eyes.

right then, i knew all i had done. and couldn't. and never would be able to. right then, like the flick of the switch that kills the bulb. one startling pop of light bursting open as the source explodes. and then only darkness.

07-28-04 wednesday 9:56pm

this is what it is now. there's no place for editting. life is always being printed. it doesn't forgive.

this is. actually always has been. it just took me all this time to realize.

this is yesrterday, tomorrow and now. this is. baby's breath amongst roses. satin sheets against naked skin.

this is my silence. these are my friends. picturesque eagles poised on dollars no one wants to spend.

i heard, just had no answer for. i understood, just felt foolish for not having understood sooner. for not having realized it was the same train carrying different passengers.

whatsoever life ordains so we live to see. marionettes dancing to the songs we think we're singing.

whosoever i was, or am, or could be. it lays foul like a dead fetus. explelled from life before it could know it.

maybe somewhere rainbows have color, but in my world they are only black and white. maybe somewhere nights turn to day and the opposite. and seasons actually change. but in my world, it's always the same.

always too much myself to touch them. and not enough to let go of. always a love that feeds like maggots off of corpses. grows on the dead like flowers do in the soil's place. every day a funeral. every night a wake.