quasi_sean

nomoreandnothingbetter.

i climbed & climbed and all I saw was dust.
i bite my fingers that taste like frost & phonecords. Self-defeat swimming in my aura. Landslide--this is profound.

A montage of invites and flowers.

Let us go thru life like a set of pushups--bitching and moaning snorting seasoned salt thru a sleazy straw & selling sea-legs that are stained w/shit. Tattooed ladies are dancing in the mud puddles now, like this image of a park as
the homeless stroll on by.

This is the moment!

grateful energies &
a Bible on the dashboard
of the station wagon.

I think of the consistency of heartache. The waves are Herculean and cliche & they pack a frozen promise of longevity. My throat hurts & I realize I can only tread water for so long. There are memories in slashes that are fading on my arms, and my tears are real like tattoos and aliens--


Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
--Walt Whitman