Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 28, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

12-28-04 10:12pm

glimpses. stirrings of sight.

life comes in rolls of film undeveloped.

and we watch as the images slowly come to life.

are you now a shadow that clings to the porchlight at my backdoor. do you linger there with the moths. both drawn to and repelled by the light.

are you out there remembering me still. an empty storm cloud searching for the rain it's spilled.

where in living is there time enough to?

just a touch and then we're gone again. sewpt up in our own lives.

just a kiss and then we're strangers again.

passing by each other on the street not recognizing.

feeling being such a fragile thing. just one tiny crack and it's all in pieces.

12-28-04 11pm tuesday

cold as you are. it's colder out there. you know it.

it's hard though, to stay inside when you know how warm it can be given the right season.

i don't remember. don't forget. it lays there. everything. my heart like a sewer collects all that waste.

too old now to believe in anything other than death. as if i ever was young enough to trust in something else.

not broken, but i walk with a limp. they see it. zero in on that weakness. capitalizing on the pain that has preceded them.

things change. if not us, then everything around. and we are forced to adapt.

the hours sprint. the weather pushes forward. we change our clothes accordingly, but we can't change our skins. nor what's inside them.

it's cold in here. colder than out there i think. because that's just the elements. primitive hazards we've long since evolved passed.

but inside it's the same ancient struggle to adjust. to environment. to circumstance.

no central heat for the heart of us. nor thermostat to rasie up. or i guess that depends on who in our lives we have. who has us.

don't want to be had though. nor have them. just want love.