Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 24, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-24-03 wednesday 9:48pm brick NJ

sitting here like this. as i often will. is this night any different?

kiss the silence for the first time. like you're in love with it.

hear the rhythms, but they are lacking. see the black and white. old movies. older ideals. half alive. half crumbling.

if it's christmas why can't i feel it. if it's supposed to be good again, then why isn't it.

watching the purple sky for a sign. some sort of evidence that this isn't just another night. like any other that's ever been. hearing the songs. making love to this aloneness. hoping you're all right. wondering if. there's nothing good about this. or any other day. there's nothing left to cherish. only memories and dwindling beliefs in. things that aren't.

if this is christmas why doesn't it prove it. because it can't i guess. it's just another night. same as all the rest. nothing special. just the hope we put into it that never does come back to us.