quasi_sean

left me in the mineral water ice-box

there are lunatics
in this mountain
strangers
full of blood &
deep claw marks
on the walls--

there are fevers fed
in high doses
in the mind
watch carefully
as the the black stones
(laugh.)

so will the drugs eat the sadness
away like the cancer gone mad &
screaming as it burns--burns
& if not
drag me away
for the lobotomy of the century
& invite the angels w/their
nooses & laughter &
flashlites to the show
in winter.

I'll be refreshed hearing
chants against the backdrop
steel pipes clanging--I love to not remember now
how the wind stung my face
and shiny
the shadows

& the clouds were dark to the touch.