Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 6, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

08-06-03 wednesday 9:17pm brick NJ

why now? why this. why take when you can give?

the night tried us, but we plead guilty and got a much lighter sentence. life disengaged for a moment, but we just coasted on inertia until the engines came back to life.

i can't ask. i can't want. so i'll just stay. quiet and not too obvious. i'll coddle the distance if it must be protected. feed the gap as long as i must.

guilty without remorse. if conscience be the jury then i've no worries. wrong as it may be, i just can't feel it.

i'm not lost. once was, but long since found me. i'm not unaware. just living in the moment. no thoughts dare venture outside of it. it's too perfect. i'm not lost, but neither am i found. i'm just a someplace in the universe where questions beseech, but asnwers don't confound.

dead as any corpse. alive so much more. try touch the apex of desire and let the point pierce your life. fall on the altar of wanting and supplicate it with your dying.