quasi_sean

i am imagine

--a sincere crowd who waits patiently for the intermission where there are biscuits and fire hydrants and all my friends have gathered for a feast and there are long-dead aunts and uncles grandparents who cried when they read my suicide poems and they couldn't understand.
why the air was so dark around me.
why are there illusions of death--shadow puppets on the...
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imagination and the excesses/Saturday nite-----

dream like fog where i suddenly arrived at the house of William Burroughs where my bartender and her husband were housesitting and i walked in and began to count the books that were so perfectly organized by not only title but signifigance and they were old, dusty, and full of every emotion possible---

so that then i sat in the...
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it's the mystery of centuries that do not matter anymore.

for one good reason and there
it is her
pushing the broken syllables from between her lips that are red like the kool-aid stain on your chin and she smiles that same exact reason i have left to live

and

there is nothing in the world to capture it in.
the hearts. mason jars. the...
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make you glow from behind the wall.

last checked,
the fever reached
far past the point of ashes
and left no smoke
to inhale.

it birthed a drop of...
that once combined w/tears
becomes an orgasm
a standing ovation
for your beauty
and the way you shine.

and somewhere
in the air
that scattered your hair
and held it prisoner
against your eyes--

i saw...
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just a few of a million feelings...

bed not broken,
but left bleeding
& holding the dreams
& hrs. of unashamed laughter
that is reflected in the mirror
above our heads
where i held you
in captive, welcome
intrusion
of souls.

take my heart
to the far north
tucked in your pocket
where it can be cradled
& become an imprint
in your chest.

it...
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She is beyond amazing.

I don't recall the last time (if it has even ever happened) that my face hurt from smiling too much.

I can't say much--only because the last three days are now--after just a few hrs. of sleep--one continuous blur of love. There was the way she smiled when we kissed, the way she held my hand, the way she whispered to...
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i alphabetize my collections.

from one point--
to there
over there
overrrrrrrrrrrrrr here?

business card tells me to run. god-DAMN.

it's like this one dream where you arrive and must rub the sands from your eyes and you stare at this wall that is worn down by random child-like scrawls with fortunes and there is something that might just be dried blood from the mouths...
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the only sound i can hear is love that is traveling thru whispers from a thousand miles away--

there's nothing else to warm myself next to as this cave is the coldest you can imagine and the silence is only punctuated by those whispers, moans, kisses that fade apart rather than shatter when the lips detatch and i look into her eyes--

i'll look for...
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Don't Call it a COMEBACK!!


So...

First and foremost, I am excited. Someone is coming to visit me. Some of you may put two and two together and come up with her name quickly, while others will scratch their heads and moan until I tell you.

Well...

Anyway, just know that there will be fun times for the Sean in a mere couple of weeks,...
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