Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 7, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

09-07-04 9:32pm tuesday

pillow cases on the back step. no feathers left. wearing a t-shirt from somewhere i've never been. thinking how'd i ever end up inside this fabric. wearing these words on my chest. they don't belong there. i don't belong inside of them.

it doesn't have to fit. doesn't need to make sense. all i need is for it to cover my skin. keep me from being naked.

i'm not trying to survive. i'm just trying not to hate the time while i'm alive.

i wasn't asking for your love or your friendship. was just offering mine.

cause i'm all right wearing my clothes that advertise places i've never been. i'm all right with what is not and what is. they cover just as well even if they don't make sense. sense is just the logic of fools and miserable men.

i'm not looking at the spaces between the treads. i'm just sitting on the steps. i don't care what's underneath the stairs. only what's walking up them.

10pm 09-07-04 tuesday

it's just another night. steam engine combustible lives. sentences coax the sheets. lay them down. to dream like we never have. free those lives so lost in the concept of being needed. square footage loves. and swimming pool mothers release the children. let them not be born. they'd be so much better off with less, instead of so much more.

follow the river night. black snake weaves through the thickets. lick the forked tongue. and forget that it is. there are no lies. only need. just these lives we've surrendered to happiness. that tragic concept.

i grieve for them. all of life's shortcomings they can't accept. fill in the spaces with.

i'm empty, but at least i know it. i'm alone, but at least i accept. life ends. i know this. there's no need to pretend. no need to create human mirrors. why punish them.