quasi_sean

mind the feelings in trash

sunday nite
torpedo
the trapdoor
is hanging open
by the thread
of imagination
and
i have
discovered
a flaw
in this photo
that makes me
seem pretty

could i be a rockstar? a dream? a love of someone's life?

i've seen snappy the long hair that hangs in the eyes and greasy makes the skin break out in a field of disaster and i'll spend my days coloring the mirrors a pretty purple and the smoke will clear and no more eruptions at 3 a.m. killing the buzzes of us all to leave me sad. to leave me confused. to make me wish i could leave. i'll leave soon. with no where to go.

i like you. the nite.
the final hrs. of a cocaine breeze.
you
will find me bleeding in your disguise.
such a ridiculous
time
to be alive.

sleep. forever.
sleep. i think.
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yes...i do believe i will soon be homeless.