Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 3, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-03-05 monday 11:29pm

missing what never was. it seemed so then. doesn't everything seem more real the more that you want it to. raindrops becoming solid as the temperature insists. let me hold it, just for a second. let me feel how it does to catch what isn't catchable.

turn the sweater inside out. let them see the stitches. every seam needs a victim and a needle to bleed it. every skin is transparent if you look close enough. but your own will always feel moreso.

remembering them is not the truth. do they. do they remember you? and why? why after all these years of forgetting has it turned on us?

motive wears its masks, but the eyes behind peer through. whatever costume they wear. can't hide if you choose to look. if you're not afraid to.

10-3-05 11:37pm monday

the sheets they know what minds absolve. the bed it still sometimes creaks in that same way it would then. the hymn of the desperate. the challenged. the marginal. asking not what they can take from. but wanting to give to it all that they can.

and if all should be lost in the act, loss is not a consequence. it's merely a biproduct of the experience. a high price paid for a commodity that is priceless.

they don't come. they don't go. they happen. like lightning does. screaming down from the clouds. lighting up the darkness as though there were sun. even if there never was.