quasi_sean

search my matchbooks when i'm gone or discover these on postcards from the shore.

01
you stuttered in your steps
make twisted like my sun
has become
in this summer
will plague me forever

02
perhaps there are reasons for insanity shockwaves that fuck me and smile in frozen prose. here are the stars, my dear... do what you will.

03
if you leave me in a coffin i'll be sure to drag myself back home and i will understand why the photos will be black and burned beyond keep and i'll scrub the walls w/an innocent reminder that i cried and suffered in the darkness while they covered my shell in dirt.

04
i can't look any longer.
play these notes in my mind's backward laugh
i'll follow you thru years wiping the rain from your hair.

05
on stage the candles are lit w/sappy theatre love songs.

p.s.----in my abscence i'll leave circles to scowl upon and paint happy faces.