Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 5, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Monday 12-05-05 12:35 AM

in dark exchange you cradle forlorn remnants. as they scatter from your open palms. just before you think to grip.

if yesterday was us. then tomorrow must be them. gray shadows on the edge of that bridge. looking down with hope into the black waters they know soon will swallow. devour everything that brought us to where now we stand.

vultures on a crooked branch. bent necks craning for. scraps of life in so much death.

time lingers at my ceiling like the ghosts of so many discraded cigarettes. the lips that clutched all gone. but the lipstick from still colors their skin.

so much to remember. so much to forget.

marking life by the wrinkles it leaves in these sheets. and the stains it makes in them.

Monday 12-05-05 11:11 PM

whtie grass. purple sky. it's dark enough to see that sight cannot be trusted. it's cold enough to know how warm it once was.

no colored lights can alter the tint of this moment. sullen with a distance immeasureable.

it's not the cold out there that hurts. it's the cold inside.

we never touched. never even came close. the world shifted and the illusion overcame.

as if time could be anything other than our enemy. or that truth would be kind enough to lie once in a while. for those of us who need something to believe.

white roofs. blue windows. as the seaoson gathers them near. searching the grey for a sign of change. or that it's still a possibility.

lights chase eachother in an endless run. bulbs burn hot in the frigid places we leave them. and candles lost to the darkest corners still aflame.

careful packages left at doors await their opening. because all there is to have means nothing if what you give is not received.