quasi_sean

lamentations mostly spoken to a window in a dark room

i want your transcriptions
skeletons
appreciations of the asylum where we meet where we are wrapped together at the spine. i want your accent in my ears.

i want your sorrows.
your songs
& madness

the morning notes
passed thru so many hands
that are drawings
& poems
of tomorrow

i want your tears to drop on my tongue. these small explosions are--

i want euphoria.

the midnite whispers
that float down the hallway
that is defined by the abscence
of laughter
will put their arms around me
as i sleep
drugged for yrs.

i'll see you when i pass
& on streets that are illuminated with the glow
of your every smile that
i managed to remember.