Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 8, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

wednesday 03-08-06 11:25 PM

stagger the seams. collect the caps. we each alive here in this death. whenever we let ourselves remember how.

purple skin.driving nowhere. just to go. close enough. and away from. all those perpendiculars. the pillow exhales the weight of my head and i can hear how it sounds to be someone else.

like i used to. hide in their socks and secretly wear their shoes.

so many footprints without my signature. how long will i remember they are mine before it's taken away.

the clouds shift in their cradle with the rhythm of the lullaby. we wear the hurt like yield signs. so yellow and soft. why would they ever listen.

how could they have known how important it was. whne the most you could do was stare at them upside down. and ask.

like candles on a cake. ask them to blow you out.

make a wish.