quasi_sean

this dream
makes life seem less important
the days segue into night
w/out a reason
or a warning

the solitude
is unbearable
and comfortable while
i chew razors
in some obnoxious sideshow

but you have a way
to make me smile
if nothing more
than a silent squeal
that escapes the prison
between your lips

in bloom
the stars are tiny earthquake memories
of nights where
you dragged the angels by their ears
and i sat in the corner
and reminded you
how fragile
they were