quasi_sean

few feet from the borderline.

so she makes shadow puppets
on a wall in the north

changing smiles to the laughter of love.

i see
absolution
in her lips
in the red
mind left
reeling in the whirlpool

she holds my hand thruout the walk
pointing out the art of evening
sounds
oh, mysterious
music in my heart.

while she sleeps
i keep watch
from...
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Due to TehAngus's praise, I have decided to post this poem in its whole. I believe stanzas have appeared in one form or another over the past couple of years, but this is the finished (?) product. I apologize for the length, so if you get bored reading it, please go check out the beautiful Martini as her set went live today. If you...
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imploding with style.

so...i end up walking thru a frozen early morning without my pants and kicking my socks off into the air just to watch them float back down to earth and i leave them lying there--depsite their weeks of dedicated service to my feets.

you had a conversation while leaning against the vaginal walls?

it's Gibbbbbbuuurrrrriiiissshhh.

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Dear Kelly Clarkson,

I am in...
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Morningstar Burger w/side of Xanax.
to die December.
Twelve glasses of faucet water--eighteen ice cubes melting on the floor.
Bored kitty.
Sadness around.
The duh duh duh from ceiling.
Idiots and amputees onscreen.
Forty books with dust jackets.
Dust bunnies in parkas.
The Brady Bunch. Eight. Nine, including Alice. I include her. I neglect Cousin Oliver.
Paranoia.
F.B.Eye agents in mirrors w/moustache.

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. For love....
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he is masturbating.

i'm trying to tell a story here.

but i swear to you, he's beating off not ten feet from the foot of my bed. i can hear him, and i'm trying to sleep.

just close your ears and think of Phil Collins.

when i want to be sexy, i think of punk rock. maybe sometimes Luther Vandross.

i don't care. i'm beneath...
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thru a hospital window.

when the grand piano plays, when the retarded sprout green horns from their foreheads, when the Asian nurse puts my head against her stomach to help stop the crying, when i wear a rainbow of bruises up & down the side of my body, when the crystal angel slides me love notes in the kitchen, when they bring in the real...
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when the heart stops beating.

i will starve myself until there is nothing left but powder that was once bile & a stiff tongue that is laced w/obscenities & songs. The disease is grand, gripping, and you learn to endure the pain & pass it off as an intruder--a cumbersome reminder that everything you do or thought is ultimately wrong.

imma drop
drop
drop
to...
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one hope for the last of her dreams.

Is the moon disgusted enough w/what happens on her watch?

I've spent the hrs. watching boxes, jerking off to imaginary problems, cutting photographs from the page after page of inspiration. I'm cutting gardens to paste on the ceiling.

She hangs over me, her eyes rolling circles in the shadows of blue.

i see
your kneecaps
are dancing...
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Seeing as how Pandamonium was sweet enough to tag me. I must oblidge. You comment stalking weirdos will know I have indeed done something similar in Martini's journal a few days ago...but here's a brand new one. Altho I do think I will be forced to recycle some of my previous answers, cause let's face it, I'm not that exciting and interesting of a...
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interior of a box home

next to...
the greatest sound--that i am stunned.
my alias claims himself in therapy.

i wave good morning and goodbye to the new dawn, the better painting of goddamn beauty in trouble.

i'm taking a nap inside.


it's a frozen street in the middle of a dead town. the shadows are rolled up and stored in the closet for the...
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