quasi_sean

Simon's last poem (Before he hits the ground.)

Why can't I shiver &
make it all better?
There are too many
cockroach fires
burning in my ears
One single candle
that is burning in the hallway
and both of your chapped hands
are collecting all my tears.

I'm invisible now
w/no apologies to scream
& choking on words
that I wish you could know
words that are useless
now that I am nothing
but the star
of the funeral show.
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Meanwhile: stop the maturation & funky-ass doods trying to lure me into a world of carnivores & heavy petting w/cactus mittens. There is no reason I should give up those few things in life that are mine simply cause some anti-hip fuck-monkey wants me to trade my nose for another asshole & my brain for another pair of hangy balls.