Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 31, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Monday, October 31, 2005 10:38 PM

listening to the chatter of empty eyes in the dark. they look upon, but cannot see. i look back at them and am swallowed up in everything there is to want. all the needs that lay carefully tucked under ironed flesh. humming like the static of a tv without reception. the image waiting somewhere to be found, but it doesn't reach.

the doorbell chimes, but no one answers it. not just tonight. always. strangers on our doorsteps begging candy. the kind of treats that don't come in wrappers or bags. the sugar in our touch that makes people scream. the moments that melt not in your mouth, but rather in your blood.

the costumes disguise. the masks obscure. but eventually they wear thin and we see what ghosts were walking under those sheets. not so different really, just harder to grasp.

if we are. or ever were. those faces that we tend to wear.

polaroids slowing coming into focus. but still, even as the picture reveals, lacking dimension. the moment is there, but something's lost.

like every memory we'll ever have. just the eternal debate of the acquitted heart. when in truth, none are innocent.