Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 10, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Thursday, November 10, 2005 10:57PM

the place where tacit smiles swim in red. tinted thick with colors rendered homogenous. all we see. all we are. in the grip of hungry jaws. masticated.

happiness has a soft scent. a subtle taste. it lingers not on hungry palettes. empty stomachs require more.

you live as though you are the owner of your life. never acknowledging its dominion. you paint yourself with brushes too stiff. and colors unbefitting. and there that portrait hangs above your heart contradicting all it says.

can it be that life doles its confessions out i such tiny portions?

can it reason that lost is found. especially when no one's looking?

often sought, but never captured. the grey wings of lonelness still interrupt. every wind that attempts to change. evading every life what seeks to touch.