Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 29, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

11am monday 8-29-05

shameless as a feeding vulture. it does not kill. only devours the remains.

fast flapping thoughts. mind like a hummingbird. so strikingly out of place in the midst of all that calm.

halogen eyes all lit up bright in the dark of the ballroom. glasses dancing to a ballad of strange voices.

moments grew larger while the days shrunk. laughter grew louder. but tears still clung.

it's mine now. everything in it. though time tries to suppress.

it's yours now. everything i gave. and could never give again.

08-29-05 monday 11pm

bright is the spark as his friction ensues. warm is the bed that is filled with more dimensions than i knew existed until.

hot august flower derailing into. leave those spores. those hopes of propagation for another season. a stronger wind than this. a hotter summer than ours has been.

gentle is her voice as she slithers nearer. but still her rattle is loud as she prepares to bite. i could use some new venom. but i worry. and think i am immune now to that kind of infection

gone is when it shrieked that loud. echoed forever in canyons unmarked. when so readily only a whisper became a shout. and it would seem that the tiniest fraction of a moment could last forever.

when held delinquent in shaking arms we could still tell ourselves we weren't so weak yet that we'd fumble. drop the glass. forfeit its contents.

too much perfection lured me into believing it could never be that beautiful again.