Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 2, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

8-02-03 8:30pm brick NJ saturday

it's all stuck inside.
slow motion stares
looking like life;

it's fear and obsession
wrestling under my flesh;
a taut illusion that
moves through my thoughts;

it's today, tomorrow
and then daydream apparitions
rustling with old boxes in
the attic in my head;

drinking and laughing
as if life has forogtten,
pushing and pulling on
fate's hostile ends;

it's all there inside,
but i can see none of it.
swimming through the darkness
to touch the drowning within;

what can flesh contain
that makes it so touchable?
what can any heart claim
it has to make it loveable?

life sinks like a sunset,
so slow and steady
on the horizon of everything
you've ever meant -

to yourself,
to them,
all the beautiful
colors it emits
to distract you from
the impending darkness.