Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 1, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9:43pm monday 08-01-05

taciturn in procedure. boisterious in retrospect. the wet eye of autumn's blush moves over the arid stomach of winter's hunger. neither sympathetic. nor impressed with the suffering of the other. it requires the ruby lips of springtime's kiss to foil the pucker from their brows and push the wind through their dying leaves.

folds in life will keep those memories that would otherwise be misplaced. you'll carry them with you never knowing. until some new wrinkle reveals where they've been hidden away.

life on the assembly line. life turning never knowing when the reel ends. so much heavy machinery looking to sever limbs. so many possible endings to what more often than not is a less than amazing story.

fear stands guard at the backdoor of each and every heart. cold centurion cloaked in dour garb. guarding what, i'm uncertain. if it's there to keep out the pain, it's not done its job.