Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 16, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

9-16-03 9:21pm brick NJ

now and then. like remembering what you've dreamt. off and on again. temperamental flesh. elemental passions. leaving me more than and less. leaving me guided only by my own apprehension and this weary sense of how i can. or shouldn't have.

a perfect circle life is. 360 degrees of wishing you had never been. a perfect circle consciousness becomes. sleeping and waking in endless repetition. feeling and trying to forget them all the hours that you've counted.

now and then. like almost being alive. off and on again the heart throws the sheets off its bed and stands up eyes wide open. to face the other life that dreaming isn't. to grovel again at the altar of love's gods and demons. to sacrifice a little more flesh to false prophets. to give a little more blood to the situation. infuse it with the essense of my sorrow. watch it wither and die on the empty marrow. witness the slow dissintegration of one more thing you need. sacrifice myself for. sacrifice myself since my sacrifice has so much less value than yours.