Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 27, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

12-27-05 10:25pm tuesday

lost designs in the ornament of your hour. stepping glass in crimson folds. trace the path homeward bound. no more mountains. only valleys now. in every wrinkle that befalls your grin.

with the swift scapel of reality hope is circumcised. no wounds. only less. no loss. only phantom skin.

as though every ember were the same. and the fire's heartbeat could be synchronized. to shrink the flame and fatten it by your desire. when in your need to control you've only defeated it.

is it not want that accuses these feelings of being true? simply delusions carefully packaged to look like gifts.

and those ribbons. so smooth and elegant. like the supple lips of the wind. tempting vagrant hearts into opening them.

there's nothing inside, but still you look. waiting for the lie to end.