Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 9, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

02-09-06 thursday 9:51pm

we are uniform in our disparity. tethered moments drifting toward us and away from, but never leaving. becoming nothing. as it becomes us.

no amount of cigarettes can offer as much cancer as is contained in one memory. the strongest legions of emptry bottles can never erase what has been written. nor what is yet to be.

turning on the pinpoint of the cheapening darkness, your moon looks knowingly upon my uneven tide. and unmoved i want to recede. but am unable.

we are so lost in the hours that every moment is missed.

there is no more coming home. or returning to the comfort of those frayed nets. there is more to live, but i cannot grasp it. there was a reason. or maybe it was an excuse. but either way, the crest has been reached. and now the mountain coaxes me down its other face.

there is no loss. no gain. just tigers shifting their stripes with the direction of the wind. turning so slowly like the hour hand on a clock. it's a movement eyes can't detect. that's how we are.

how we must be.