Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 11, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

saturday 12-11-04 10:11pm

solvent hearts. so astringent. so strong.

cleanse me. let me bathe in your love like bleach.

wash away all these stains that cover me.

12-11-04 saturday 10:20pm

the past just an x rated version of what today is. same balloon in my chest expanding so that there's no space there for anything except sadness.

the past remembers me more than i remember it. it lays there at the foot of my thoughts. like a mysterious shadow, you don't know where it's come from now that all the lights have been turned off.

it sits there open like a pungent cedar chest. filling my heart with memories via the smell of lust and sex.

i've worn nothing. infront of them and underneath. i've worn myself as they wore me. it was a fabulous sense of melancholy, knowing how willing i was to lose myself. how receptive they were to the offering.

just as sweet as anything could be. tasting memory like a fingerlick of icing. a secret swipe of that sugar. to help you get over the cake you can't eat.

it was good. better than. no animosity. it was more than i could ever have asked for. but still it was only borrowed dreams.

saturday 12-11-04 10:42pm

something like the color in your eyes as you're leaving. blue to grey. how the sky turns just before raining.

the future neither my servant nor my dictator. struggling against the leashes we hold on eachother.

let go. we both should. if we could just both let go. then no one would have to be chaffed by these collars.

and i guess we wouldn't be free, but we wouldn't be captives either.

rolling in memory's tall grass like a teenager on summer break. the blades bend under my weight, but still tickle my skin. and i feel. feel what i couldn't believe i felt then.

rolling over. onto our backs. the dark summer sky full of heaven's flashlights shining down upon us. nothing to wish upon. only awe. as they search us. probing these souls. digging through our pupils to find what the darkness does conceal.

i wanted to dig up the dirt below and build a house from it. break open that hard ground i was laid upon and make it soft like it had done to me.

under my nails. between my toes. crawling into every edge of my person just like you'd been doing.

something similiar to the color of the clouds right before it's about to snow. that blue-white echo that riccochets through the atmosphere until it's touched every corner of now.

that's what i remember. how you looked just then. about to leave. a sky so ready to rain. but not a single raindrop willing.

that's what i remember most. how easy it was to let you leave. how hard it was to let you go.