Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 4, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Friday, November 04, 2005 11:01PM

i lay there on the bed in the dark and time was so pungent. it passed over me like heavy wings. the wind from its movement gliding over my skin. the sound of their churning echoing in my ears. i took off my glasses and closed my eyes. pulled my shirt up over them. and it was all i could feel. time flaunting by in its endless flight. and myself heavy there in the gravity of my own thoughts. just a cinderblock. not a person.

i yawned and breathed and listened to the silent parade passing all around me. minutes. hours. days. always moving down the center of the road at that tedious pace while hoards of dumbfounded onlookers point and stare and wait for the next spectacle to saunter into view. i am just like them. waiting. afraid to move and lose my place in the crowd. i am just like them, except i never watch. just keep my eyes closed and wait. keeping waiting for the parade to end.

Friday, November 04, 2005 11:30 PM

closed eyes in fists of clay. maleable moments burned into hindsight. darkness cracks like an eggshell and the yolk is broken. the whole moving away from itself in shallow breaths. until the center reaches every edge. lost in a sea of brevity. drowning in an ocean of alone.

there is no touch so gentle that it leaves no impression at all. no words so softly spoken that someone, somewhere can't recall.

closed eyes in padded wrists. away from the keen cut of razorblade friends. and fears i can't listen, but speak instead. and that overwhelming uneasiness when what you've been wanting gives itself to you again.