Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 21, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-21-05 11:30pm wednesday

auction dolls in shimmering garb fancy the way to. flattened palms bear their roadmaps, but the destination eludes.

pain is what we can take home with us after every other road has been closed. it's not a matter of wanting to feel this way. it's a matter of wanting to feel anything i can.

red ink from the eye of the storm. all those bottle caps counting toward. life as it tries to reconcile its need against its cost.

born. to live. born. to die. what's the difference.

alive now as veins see fit.

born. all of us are. that isn't a reason to live.

yesterday would fold into quarters those blankets laid. like flags of surrender. breathing is war. because both sides are right. and both are wrong. there's everything and there's nothing to live for.

the acid finds its silhouettes. but some piece of the flesh will be remain.