quasi_sean

a different kind of season

drop me poems
that splinter &
send shards of sorrow
into the night

envelope the tears
w/o them
i'm deprived of
all fluid
for expression

take notice
of America/grasp

and upon my arrival
there
the neon signs
went wild
somebody screams
a deep depression
is agitated
& the smoke clouds
are passing thru
on their way to texas.


II

during the dream
I would cum
warm &
fast
while the spectators
held score cards
in disguise

while i wore the mask that is
beauty
& necessity
for sanity

III (for you, J.)

i'm hoping for a
change, and
make the darkness
pale beside your
brilliance--and shy
away.
imagine those things
inside yourself
are alive again
oh, the time is growing near--

i have no blankets
to cover the tears falling
off my cheeks to
your hands.
just pretend i am lovely.