Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 31, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-31-05 sunday 9pm

the charm of summers sweetly lost. to velveteen kisses from rabbit hearts. real now and gone too soon. that what we've brought to life must now its own pursue.

the scent of darkness thick with refute. pungent is the odor of death in every inclination of your movement.

can't remember from. can't seek anew. as summer after endless summer from life removes. the dew drops from the morning grass. the small bird from the thinner branch.

the dark that would like a river drive me toward. with bitter rapids hungry for.

flesh and dreams of all askew. sweating hastily against the push of time. the threat of truth.