Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 3, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

9-03-03 wednesday 11:50 pm brick NJ

not far from now. not far from here. in pages soon to be written these characters of ours will be forgotten. will no longer be near. not in this chapter, but perhaps the next. the plot will change. every new page threatens it. every metaphor has it hidden within its text.

it's not that i had expected. it's not that i thought. it's just that life is so transparent. i just wanted something opaque. something different from this same old place.

if roses bleed us, then they die. gaping blooms of love that only the weakest cry. if time demands. if life must question. why we go there. why we haven't left. the night that should protect such impotent decisions suddenly deciding it has other plans. i don't know what. don't know why. all i can think is that it's come to this. what this is, still undefined.

all i can think is that no situations is without its advocates. that i don't want to feel this. damned if i will. damned if i won't. no way to win. just show me how much i've lost and then make your exist. that's all i can ask.