Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 29, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-29-03 monday 9:30pm brick NJ

tomorrow is that corner in your heart. always dark. always asking. never receiving.

if i don't care anymore. if all that's left is obligation. if i count the days one by one like pennies collected. will i ever have enough to purchase the one thing i've always wanted. someday it has to happen. but will someday find me in time.

if the words become ghosts. and the nights they love their graves. if the pages blood stops pumping and they grow cold. what am i then. just flesh. and web pages. just sex. and bank accounts wasted.

if the music grows tired of playing before i become tired of listening. if the darkness breaches this heart's stalwart confines. what am i then. just a temporary infatuation. a familiar lover when.

skin clutches bone. and bone is blood's defense. and heart's they know no such luxuries. always out there in the open. some at least. either naked or smothered. those are the choices. be open and get broken. or stay closed and deal with the loneliness. why do some win. do they even. why do some have. is it even real. is it ever real for anyone. or are we all alone always.