Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 26, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:15pm tuesday 10-26-04

i don't own anything except the pain that keeps me. or rather owned by it i must be.

nights unfold like long catwalks where tomorrow's super models posture and strut upon.

draped in memories poorly sewn. hard nipples show.

fingers may give chase as rabbit thoughts sprint passed. fingers may give chase like drooling hunting dogs. but the capture is not the lust of it. only the pursuit is that infectious.

just the scent. not the taste. let it run. let us chase.

i don't own anything except this pain that keeps me. alive as i've ever been. empty throat. quivering skin.

rafters rising from pupils wide. building cathedral ceilings in my mind. darkness criss crossing in a basket weave. collecting apples dropped from eden.

10--26-04 tuesday 11pm

stone draperies. the window leaks.

you are the needle iny my vein. promise of contentment, threat of reality.

we were the lips on the kiss. brief pucker against ironing winds.

i can't breathe. so i just wait. listen to the sound of my diaphram as it hesitates.

there below my lungs. behind my ribcage. i feel the force of its intentions, but i don't listen. i don't agre as it begs to move.

orange windows wait for. branches painted acroos. the seasons change, but the view is constant. the leaves are born and die over and over, but the glass separates.

i woke up this morning without a thought. just nothing at all. no one to love. no one to long. i woke up like that and i thought something must be wrong. because what am i to wish for if all my wishes have been lost.

i woke up this morning with no dreams in my heart. empty cavern echoed with the morning's sun. refracted. made prisms. but no one saw them.

i woke up this morning and i didn't think you were gone. i didn't think anything about us. my heart was empty. there was nothing left.