Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 4, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

Saturday 3-04-06 10:24 PM

in your deep chagrin. in your pertrubed darkness. floats the color. stomps the fist. everything reliant upon your ability to want what you never did.

i am over. i am done.

perfect as a last kiss. how euphoric that pain is.

to know. to submit. to the allegory your life insists. every footprint chaffing the ground it falls within.

never lost enough to deny how the thirst all at once was stifled. never near enough to the fountain to find the penny that once granted such a wish.

in the letters. there is movement. like the breathe of a lover caught in a candle's fist. in the words there are trenches. the earth is moved again. by all those nothings.