Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 15, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

4-15-06 saturday 4:25pm

there's a kink in this logic. full throttle transition from everything to none. examing the pain does not grant you power over it. only the illusion that you know the names of your demons.

this is just darkness for darkness's sake. a Homeric treason all played out inside your head.

One eye on the window. The breeze it pushes through wire and mesh. the scents of life. Grass and bird shit. the sounds of living. barking dogs and coughing tail pipes.

this is just pain because i don't remember anything else. selective amnesia. another addiction. plain faces are always the prettiest. that they could be anyone or anything with just a gentle nudge. be it dark or bright.

plain faces in plain clothes. with daring eyes. through open windows. through wire and mesh. following the sights and sounds of a world full of shit and piss.