quasi_sean

Oh God, what's happening to me!?

I can barely stand up, my eyes are sagging out of their sockets and I can't taste anything except the sulfer and chlorine...the walls are smiling & their teeth are cracked like broken pebbles left over from the rubble of the crude clubhouse I built when I was eleven--the time I scratched myself w/a branch and ran screaming into...
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P. Diddy ran a marathon today.
And I finally cleaned my room.

There is something about this Sunday that makes me think miracles can happen.
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I heard your voice last nite and it choked me for an hour until I thought about the way you look in the darkness when I'm on top of you & the way you hold my bottom lip w/your...
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It's Halloween nite, fresh from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and I was thinking I would like it to hurt, and I want to be in a room with no lites on watching The Drew Carey Show & smoking a cig. w/the volume off maybe meditating drinking cold beer listening to Joy Division burping rainbows and batting my eyelashes--

you could seduce me w/laughter & roses....
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Diagonal waterfalls
where someone left the power on
& I'm drowning in a dress, ripped
that I don't even remember
renting
& sadly, for what better
reason,
than to look beautiful
when I surface
leaving the stones below me
resting.

Oh...is every casuality a tragedy that winds around the corner, peeling back the lips until the skull is revealed, naked, to be painted lavender by...
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Clouds gather, discussing plans for a beautiful grey blanket, sometime in the future or past...remembering is the hard part, and maybe--

there are better things to concentrate...like orange juice &

slap all the songs I sing w/a charming label that reads something to the effect that they are fragile and cannot be dropped, or I will shatter, and my pieces will be swept under the...
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is there something i should know?

10:45 p.m.

headed to bed where I'll blow out all the candles & hop into the ocean content to float away and hope the storm stops.

give me a pillow and a blanket.
stroke my hair.

There's nothing to make the sadness smile, when the temperature drops to 55 degrees and the house is empty and your heart weighs eighty-seven pounds...

My lungs are posing for photos
in the back room
dressed in aqua lingerie &
ready for the vacuum show.
2:51, open eyes and roll over making eye contact with the television show, shy & I wish I could sleep...
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One sip left in eternity till,

the darkness eats the leftovers and we are left to sit and chat about the trivial things like new-school "punk-rawk" and lizard breath that smells like shoe polish mixed w/tequila shots from New Orleans and summer air nostalgia. I'm drunk and ready to scream poetry from the balconies and piss on the imaginary exhaustion--

so the laughter was okay...
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Lift me
up.

I'll forget to make my bed every nite.

You and I have these triumphant misunderstandings while you're licking the back of my neck,
and grabbing for any hair that you can see or feel and I'm salivating like millions--
earaches.
making my head spin.
soy-cles, too many combo eateries that I see from a million miles above,
like even clouds
look like...
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I'm sad today, making the green lites seem brighter that melt the hearts all around me and I'm walking down the streets picking various pieces of litter off the backs of the kitties that run past on their way to the pagodas that are set up near the bus stops.

9:24 and I'm crying while this homeless man offers me whiskey from a goblet made...
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