Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 6, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

7:55am 10-06-04 wednesday

how long, how long
the day is dark,
smitten with virgin eyes
and whoring hearts;

how far, how far
the truth is thin,
stretched too taut
this rickety bridge;

how cold, how cold
the sunlight is,
when looking out
i see tomorrow in.

10-06-04 9:30pm wednesday

by what tone chimes the heart. when night sends its breezes fortified with tender memories angels and loves relinquished.

by my life. by my soul. i've been true to myself and true to all of them. i gave every single second with nothing expected.

with what unit is life measured by. years? achievements? happiness?

even in the margins there are divisions still. look close. make your heart the microscope and you'll see all the little millions of cells that comprise the whole.

by what light am i to see now. promises written in disappearing ink are all that remains of the letters you've sent to me.

by and by. life moves on. it doesn't ask. it only drags us along. it just keeps moving forward as we continue looking back.

with what fabric are bandages made. flesh or scabs? by what consolation are broken hearts allayed. time insists. as it always has. but even as it drags us onward, it leaves us behind. pieces all along the path. like breadcrumbs left so that we might someday find our way back.