Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 18, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

wednesday 8-18-04 8:09pm

i saw it today like watching the sun rise from the edge of the world. awestruck i gulped down the sight. that tomorrow is imminent. yesterday is dead. and what lays between them is of very little consequence.

i noticed, though i pretended that i hadn't. the way that leaves catch the wind, but never hang onto it.

with my head ten times its normal size. and my eys about to pop. still it all kept flowing in.

and i thought that there might be a cure. but now i know there is not. other than it getting worse until. other than to keep on falling til you hit bottom.

and that's just how the messages never get heard until it's too late. and how the invitations eventually forget who they belong to. knocking on doors when no one's behind them. ringing bells when everyone's deaf. it leaks out day by day. this broken faucet life. it leaks out drip by drip. and little by little down the drain with all of it.

8:38pm 8-18-04 wednesday

the night moves just like a virgin, but tastes just like a whore. with nervous skin, but soiled lips. speaking softly, yet insistent. that we belong here now. that this should happen, but though her voice is firm, her flesh is still unsure.

i pry it open like twisting off a bottle cap. and watch the bubbles rise as.

so eager. so hungry. a belly never fed. so likely to adore anything it tastes that all my efforts seem wasted.

i remember when darkness never fell as it does of late. it used to ease into the sky like a slow moving riverboat. but now. now it attacks the daylight fierce and full of so much hate.

there's no way to say what you are when nothing is all you can sense. all around you there are shadows starving. and inside only stillness.

quiet enough to hear your thoughts as they breathe so shallow. like some phantom desert breeze. tempting to take the dark like a pillow and smother them. kill yourself from the inside out unlike all those fools who try to do it the opposite.

black as sober. calm as a stalled heartbeat. just at that moment. that perfect moment when. not yet awake. not still asleep. but some paradise inbetween.

wednseday 8-18-04 9:14pm

endless definitives. yearning augury in dusk's last breath.

resillient songs never end. repetition the key to my defense.

i closed my eyes for only a second, but what i saw could've been forever. rattlesnakes' dance and hollow fangs. piercing thick hides. wearing their fur like eyelashes.

derived as it were from dead suns and aborted promises. metal clangs. and retractors yield. until at last. at last i see.

sutured eyelids blink again. pupils dialate towards the light's circumference.

never did. never will. familiar cant. ghostly voice.

never can. never asked.

what you have. hold it close. what holds you, trace its grasp.

because life is agile and hearts are clumsy. walk. walk if you can. but don't run. you'll only coax the hunt.