Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 27, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

2-27-06 monday 11:37 PM

the cold enchants dormant lives. orphaned moments not alone. it sours fast, so remember it before. knead the hours like dough until they rise again. give me a chance. a chance to know what i've missed. i'd rather long for it than to have never known it could exist.

twist the cap off and let it pour. that what we could feel was always there. awaiting release. every bubble. every drop. fermenting stronger for the moment when at last we'd drink.

because life comes in doses. injected and sore. we don't live. we try to and wait for it to notice us. with empty stages and curtains drawn above. we wait. in that scorching spotlight. upon a stage we'll never command. reciting lines we know are cliche. but soemtimes that's all we are.

there's nothing I could be that i haven't already been. wear the sheets filthy with. wear the smell of truths discarded for temporary happiness. as if any other kind exists.

we tease the clay as the air portends to solidify. sculptures not yet finsihed. it'll always be ugly. mishapen. we all want to be artists. but it's hard enough just to be people.

I heard what you said. but i didn't answer. because there were no right words left.

i love you seems so banal.