quasi_sean

teh lovely poem written hunched over a bar.....

unbalanced
oblivion
& the opening
of the world
to despair

I saw
twelve deliveries
of disaster
roaming
the majestic hall
of disguise

I cannot accept
the poetry as
promise
w/out time to
indulge fantasies
of nothing

the pagoda
is a collection
of memories
that
reflect
a disease
smile
melancholy girl
& the memories are--

oh, the lonely
imitation
of boredom
confinement

lets drink
to the smells
of sex
in the bedroom
lets translate
the sounds
of the evening

I'll tell you secrets
I'll tell you the answers.......