Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 28, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

11-28-05 monday 10:36pm

she wanders with the moon as it scrapes the sky. in its orbital path of retrospect. lit by and with a distant, disparaging light.

she makes truth more pliable. with thoughts that stretch too far. and time moves slower as she calms its angry steeds.

no more open books upon this table. nor narrow legs to weaken under thick tomes. soft white and uninterested pages. flawless without those words.

just dining rooms full of people supping silently upon empty plates while in the kitchen the feast lay spoiling.