Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 16, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

Thursday 2-16-05 9:32 pm

so. so it is captured. your life a firefly in a jar. all lit up with nowhere to go. leaning into the glow. phosporescent euphoria emits its lonesome show.

so much. so little. as we multiply our moments. and divide then by quality.

cross my legs. fold the stairs. we walk now only on our hands. squeeze the angle. iron the truth. wrinkle free. that's how we choose to wear these clothes.

reach between. reach down for. the cold accent that suffers your every remark. where's the reason. pretend it, if you must. as the color seeps out of those deepest indentations.

the paper remembers even what we erase. tunnels dug through the chaos. the paper holds the ghosts of the words we've lost.

just as the skin retains the imprints of their touch long after their signatures have been removed.