Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 10, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

8-10-03 sunday 12pm brick NJ

passionate and drunk,
nights that gamble with love,
the odds will win,
you'll lose - always do;
know this - worship it.

lying too close
in small spaces,
fingers misbehave,
tongues bury their
words in darker places.

no need for speech -
no cause for friends,
just rock my world
until we're bored and then;
no goodbye -
no maybe stills,
just retreat back
into oblivion -
what's done is done.