Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 26, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose
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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
knowing life is a scab, a crusty, bloody seal of a wound. and wanting so much to pick at.
Sad Poems
by the alcoholic poet.
sunday 3-26-06 9:47 pm
it was cold daylight in the gagging parking lot. so wide open. he brusehd his sleeve with his right hand. removing the last bit of calm from his suit.
the traffic drove passed taking no notice. life digesting in thoughtless gulps.
"see", she said, as she tucked her hair behind her ears. her old blue jeans hanging like drapes about her thighs. everything she wore was to conceal something. every sentence she started out loud she only finished in her head.
he cleared his throat and adjusted the shirt tucked neatly into his pants. as the traffic still drove by not caring. life still happening in loud asides. their own frail stage shivering beneath them. as they gently pulled the cord on the curtain.
and waited there in the gawking daylight for it to close.
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sometimes
i think it would be nice to be fragile. then maybe once in a while someone would
be gentle
i feel so lost, especially when the sun shines, that
it accentuates how dark, how dark is my life.