Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 8, 2003 #3 Dark Poetic Prose

8-08-03 friday 8:30am

when alone is everything. where in yourself life is present. and love still sleeps anticipating gifts below the tree on christmas morning.

where you and i intersect. galaxies colliding. new stars formed. discovered planets.

when the self. so stubborn and reticent finds a second of courage reaches through the window instead of just looking through the glass. it's frightening and it's vast. a universe without a map. a person. someone else. so much more than that.

8-8-03 9:30am friday Brick NJ

wagging hearts
like doggy tails,
so naive
like sappy pop songs,
and just as frail

08-08-03 friday 8:20pm brick NJ

time without - time within
search for the difference;
words spoken and those unsaid,
write them in invisible ink
and lock them in your head.

tally the drink,
tabulate the moments;
equations divided by mistrust,
square roots of love.

dominated by your
own insecurities,
addicted to unhappiness,
paint my self portrait
in black and white,
the colors never stick.