Dark Poetry Prose Poetry November 3, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

11-03-03 9am monday brick NJ

don't request. just lay back.
let yourself happen.
vascilating slowly like
alcohol does to your thoughts,
only now it's everything;

body, mind and heart
swept up in the frenzy.

in flesh lies so many surprises,
in touch hides so much
more than the sense of;

lay back. don't request.
don't look for. don't look at.

give me life.
dig deep to find it;
find the life hidden
inside this bitter crust;
dig deep. find it.
then rip it from my chest.

11-03-03 9:21pm brick NJ monday

not proud. neither ashamed. just living the life i've been ordained. like chalk on the blackboard it disappears in a sweeping cloud of dust. let the loss enter your lungs and choke you with the.

i couldn't say just what i thought it might. that would hurt too much. and i had to let go because you asked me. but that's not to say it was easy.

on the edge of life. beating like waves against rocks. i was so tired of dying. all i wanted was life. is it so bad to want to revel in the feeling. to get lost in the moment. is that so wrong that it can't ever last.

on your obligations you depend. to fill you with meaning. on your choices you dig in. to prove to yourself you're a good man. go on and prove it. now, i'm interested.

11-03-03 monday 9:52pm brick NJ

walking on sunshine. crawling through death. you tell me the difference once you've worn this flesh.

all the cigarettes don't put cancer into my lungs. all the friends don't find love in my chest. it's surreal. like i am a painting. crackling colors trying to explain the moment that they clutch.

don't know where or how. only that it's gone now. like that last taste of summer just before the cold sets in. just a tease and then you're buried. frozen. you love the chance while it lasts and you mourn it once it's passed.

the nights are orange and disconnected. the world is sparse and unaffected. by my presense.

there are only two choices. bleed and drink the blood. or bleed and let it go wasted. cuz every drop you spill is just another way that life's beaten you. so drink. cherish your pain. you must.