Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 21, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-21-05 sunday 10pm

tantric aches assume the sallow pupils darkness molds. kinetic is the urge as it palpitates beneath the yearn.

of desolate dreams all hanged themselves. or gallows which still wait with open nooses.

anchors soft do melt into the depths that scrape the shallowest wounds. nothing holds. nothing stays. all is adrift on vehemently indifferent waves.

the sour stench in what becomes you as that withering darkness blossoms about your empty stamen. your spores give off, yet culminate in nothing still. every part of you as impotent as you've always feared.

no chimes incant what once did promise. the sounds blare on, but your world is silent.

eyes agape, unable to swallow so much rotted meat.