quasi_sean

a last drink in the blue nite.

six hrs. of the saddest songs
have left shadows in the hollow
& it seems to be turning way too quick
for any light to make me smile.
w/nothing left, no music scores,
and there she stood
in silence
pulling all the flowers from behind her eyes.
& kissing quiet all the flames
she cracked a smile
while the tears lined up
and fainted backwards to the ceiling.

for 47 cents
she sold me a mushroom
& inside i saw a thinker
(captured & ready for his execution,
bent over on his knees either in prayer
or a laughter so tired, he was only put
on display to melt)

some blankets seem so strange
when you're shivering alone
& that nite i dreamed she slipped in
beside me, naked & suggesting we
connect
& there is where it all goes red, the
darkest beauty red, a time where the magic
is still trying to catch up--
& i swear twelve clouds came by my window--if only to tell me later that it was infact real. i felt like Adonis and
floating in a drunk pool surrounded by the whispers and giggles of her--keeping me afloat and wet for the taking.

what will i do when this dream
comes to me and
will i make her moan

& happy?