Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 8, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-08-05 saturday 12:57am

down by. entering corridors unresolved. the notion changes plans. the possibility alledges untranspired crimes.

in the echo of sight. everything looks like a dream. in the turquiose from oceans too deep everything will drown.

all this oxygen makes it hard to breathe. all this space makes it hard to move. because those cages that hold us also wait to release.

alone is the kind of freedom no one should ever know.

the wind may dance those fallen leaves. as if they're still alive. but they can't ever retrun to those branches which. they're dead now. open eyes that can no longer see.

time spinning like a pinwheel. truth turning in a kaleidescope. all these changes so artificial.

i looked for the reaosn until it found me.

and there we met to desire. to want what neither of us could ever be.

3:21pm saturday 10-08-05

the queen is to the left of me. the king below. each decrying something i have done. negotiating truths with one hand hidden and one eye closed.

the ground moves because my feet do. not it. the numbers rise and then quickly fall again. not counting toward. away from. the rainbow in their sword as the light intersects. the fallow in his grin as it nears my lips.

10-08-05 saturday 10:37pm

hurt given like a gift. wrapped up in shiny paper words swollen with. so much alone. and still more need to be. unsatisfied it burrows deeper down. so that where it ends and where i begin are no longer able to separated.

disgust floated like clouds. constipated with rain. unable. afraid to let it out.

my failures humble me. my triumphs as well. because every win. every one of those victories ultimately led me here. it was all for nothing.