Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 3, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Thursday, November 03, 2005 10:38 PM

such full lives drenched in shallow graves. awkward speeches. terminal silence. the heart pretentiously quoting the mind in a feeble gesture of self-sacrifice.

turbulent medicines rumble the head. in destruction is sought reconstruction and maybe forgiveness. there still aren't enough pieces. i need to make more of them. .

let this dungeon be what it is. cease looking for windows in all those stone faces. let that rain fall. deepen this moat. stop pushing the water and mud away and finally embrace it.

crawl as deep as it'll let into the center of those warm thighs. as they beckon with lies thick enough to smother all but. return to the original darkness. let them take back that birth that never should've been.

life is only a light i see outside these walls. in here it doesn't exist. just a lie they told me for so long i almost believed it.