Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 24, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

08-24-04 tuesday 8:52pm

soda and cream make an ocean in my head when you're not listening. my eyes inflate. the darkness rains in tiny droplets. i am divided into a million liquid capsules of content. and i watch myself fall. skating down the window's face. making microscopic movies out of the reflections cast upon. in trickles and in waves. i watch myself fall. millions of raindrops like distorted movie screens reiterate. as the darkness cascades through their hungry teeth.

it's only just consciousness. that's all it is. a lonely windmill in the sun. needlessly spinning.

it's only how i've lived. all at once so buried and so naked. simultaneously filthy and clean. it's all truths that lied to themselves. penguin wings and polar bear claws. i guess it didn't really matter. didn't really matter at all.

9:01pm 8-24-04 tuesday

where in the beat of a heart does the love sit. where in the words that you say is the truth hidden?

where in that bottle do i hope to find happiness. at the bottom? at the bottom of this one or in the beginning of the next?

where have i been. where did i want to go. and where would i choose to be now if i had a free ticket?

where in your heart did i ever touch? where in your words was there ever evidence of?

where in the blood is life to be found? where in the skin is beauty kept? the valve or the vein. the heart or the wrist. maybe in your eyes, but certainly not anywhere we have been.

it might not be there. it might not be there at all.

where might not exist. where might be just another place that no one can visit.

8-24-04 9:35pm tuesday

thoughts wrapped pretty like gifts. in silver bows and ribbons. alone like this. many cigarettes. many many moments that forget.

it's christmas in my head. cuz i've so many gifts to give. all sparkling in their rhymes. and heavily adorned with regret.

i have a present for everyone who's ever. a package with their name on it. a cardboard box full of the love i still had for them when they left.

they're all sealed up. hidden under a decorated tree. i don't feel it anymore. but in those boxes it still exists. in those boxes still it waits to be opened. to be received.

it's always christmas in my head. cause i have so much love i meant to give. and i would have. but no one took it.