Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 17, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9-17-05 saturday 12pm

year unburden melancholy lives.
onion skin memories
for tracing what lies behind.
the softest glance that sight can give,
still it presses so deep into.

09-17-05 saturday 11:46pm

moon sedate in heaven's pose. stars liquefy. smothering warm corpses in their shimmering pool.

not knowing how truth contrives or time compares. hesitant is the hand that reaches to touch what the body has always sought.

the tremble in that fated grip makes the memory more penetrating as it bores into the thickest skins.

repressed or hollow. it's anyone's guess.

though the void seems real. it's uncertain whether anything is. or ever has been.

the night gets whimsical and tells stories of when. and it's impossible to separate fact from fiction.

so much happened. and yet nothing did.