Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 23, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-23-05 sunday 12:12am

her mouth closes. so tight. amphibian words swim in the saliva. her eyes count. in doses. one cure at a time. or recovery from these diseases.

what we were blooms in darkness. open to the void. expanding as it were to accomodate the failing breath of lies.

they whisper while i look way. with angry eyes. they speak as i refuse to listen to songs that have no chorus. pauses that know not when to end.

if we speak. we are heard. ant it threatens. if we listen we are responsible for that knowledge. and i would reuild those bridges were i able. but everything is so distant now. pages that can't be turned. the ink still drying.

his eyes i could see, though they were't there. just whispers of what was lost. i tried to imagine how it would be to be that close to eachother again. but i couldn't. it was too much just hearing how alive he still was all this while we'd been apart.

i always knew, but.

i wanted to say so many things, but i couldn't. like hours lost to how close we came. i wanted to love you, but i knew i shouldn't. because there is so much else for you to love.

and you should be loved not from within these empty pages. but with real words. not those words that never reach the surface. not those worlds that speak, but are never heard.

10-23-05 11:37pm sunday

no fire left in the dragon's lungs. it coughs only sparks and lowers its wings. no posion left in its claws. it catches its fangs as they fall out into impotent paws.

just to sleep as though myself is gone. in another world where all is not lost.

the fruit on the vine rotting still. as no one picks it. those baskets for gathering already full.

branches bend under the weight. leaves crackle and release. but that rancid fruit remains. hanging on.

if this cure should fail i know i cannot be saved. every vaccine only becomes another infection. this disease wants me more than i want to escape.

the dragon's scales are falling off. one by one its insides exposed. so that it's obvious it's meat just like us. and all that fire it once breathed awash in this new flood.