Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 18, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

03-18-06 Saturday 9:45 PM

There was a random commercial that somehow related and suddenly I was picturing him in a cheezy gold blazer. It was funny. And it was sad. It was change flushing the toilet after.

I laughed and thought what could we be that we've never imagined we would. What will we allow life to turn us into the next time we lose.

I laughed, but I was sad for him. For everyone who's ever had to wear the wrong clothes.

I simply assumed it would never come to pass. Something would intervene. He couldn't be that even if he wanted to.

But I don't know. How hard it is to be anyone except myself. I can try to understand, but gold isn't one of the colors I can easily imagine. And him talking, making friends out of strangers. I wonder does he really do that for a living. Is he actually good at it.

What about me? Didn't you have anything to sell to me?

I can picture it, but it all seems wrong. More a straitjacket than a blazer. More humiliation than change.

Are we different enough since. Haven't we always been more silver than gold?

03-18-06 saturday 10:26 PM

it's the ugly in
your eyes,
the denim in
your kiss;

the pull of
the zipper
as the teeth
draw what's inside

within.

it's the former
in the now,
the know of
experience

that changes

us.

as if we always
were, this hard candy
that takes so long
to melt on your tongue;

never quite sweet enough

unwilling to apologize
for how long it's taken
to admit, it'll never be
what we expected.