Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 9, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

7:43am 08-09-04 monday

swelling suns. tumbling eyes. fertile with. midnight conceived. morning born.

absolute parallels. inifinity side by side. to watch. to follow. but nothing more.

time embarks in shallow breaths. always together. and still always separate.

08-09-04 monday 9:50pm

gnaw on the minutes. right down to the bone. there's nothing left to feed on other than this. birds of prey masquerading as pigeons. the so many ways i was fooled again and again.

wrap your life up for long term storage. mistrust the bubble wrap. lies the boxes. put it away into the darkest reaches of the attic. let the dust settle. and cover it better still.

i can fly without anyone's assistance. and i have. i've found happiness without anyone to give it to me. but it isn't easy. always having to do it on your own.

i could live. just let myself breathe. that would be easy. the coward's way of dying. i could adopt gods to comfort me. but it's just all much too typical of humans being.

the night yawns and i wonder how many tears she's had to gather that this early already she's so tired. so many lonely people tugging on her skin. to crawl into that fold between her breasts and hide within. so many naked hearts that need her to cover them in her darkness.

i pity her. because she cannot die. and i pity them because they are afraid to. and all those people who believe they have won. i just hope that belief is always enough.

tomorrow as. sleep begins its infection. it tries. tries to make me understand. but i always have. much too well.

08-09-04 monday 11pm

angry puppies. lost in their fur. hungry bellies begging for. to wish is to admit that you can't do it yourself. to wish it is to admit that it can't really ever be. just praying to gods you don't really believe.

crack me open like a bottle of. that intoxication that used to let. but those days are behind. and there's so much better of a future you've got to find.

i know it. always have. before you. i had knelt before the altar of those needs. made myself the sacrifice since i didn't really have anything to lose.

i watched them choose. dumfounded to say the least. a million dollars or this stranger. and all i could think is what the fuck is wrong with me.

not that i don't know, but. it's hard to admit even to myself. not that i don't know all that's wrong with me. just that it's hard to understand why life would ask anyone to live it.

i mean, i know it happens, not just to me. but somehow it seems everyone has some hope. everyone else.

there are shadows that will dissipate. and shdaows that add to the ambiance. but then there are certain shadows that only stay dark.

there are flaws. flwas in each and every one of us. there are flaws that someone might love. and then there are flaws that are utterly hopeless.

it's not that i think i deserve. just that i don't undertsnd why some do and others don't. who decides who is and who isn't. and why. who decides who hurts and who's priviledged.

whomever they are. fuck em. i don't need it.