Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 7, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:47pm 12-07-04 tuesday

condensation between two panes of glass.

a very real impedement.

crown your thoughts with a cherry from. all bright and red just like eyes when.

spilling forth as would any waterfall. over the cliff and down. white with the fury of all that energy kinetic.

just like we are. and life is. once you let it loose. there's no stopping until you've gone over the edge.

i wanted to be real to you, but i didn't quite succeed. i fell into your hands like a snowflake.

and you could only puzzle as i melted there.

that your grip wasn't strong enough. or too strong perhaps.

either way. it wouldn't matter.

i fell into your hands because there was nowhere else to land.

but it was just too warm in there.

i melted. it was bound to happen no matter what.

12-07-04 9:59pm tuesday

i write what i know. or at least what i think i do. engaging life like a cigarette. to be set afire. to inhale its burning. to fill my body with the disease i know it is.

i linger like the smoke tends to. clinging to the ceiling as the voices below create their tradewinds.

everyone wants to. to live. or so they say.

everyone want to be happy. to have a reason to. but they don't see the difference.

to those who have it i say, good luck. i hope it lasts.

to those who don't. i say it's no more distant than you know it is.

look below the skin.