quasi_sean

i'm alone without your shadow...

of course
there are 300 reasons
for the sun to never rise again.

in the grave
i will proclaim my
disease is a factor
& the pallbearers will
choke back their laughter
& condescending hysterics--

& the monument
that stands to
a lifetime
of crisis
will crumble
in her eyes.

i'll write songs for you
w/dirty hands and the
taste of the coffin--in a sad & sad
way the weather will be beautiful.
it is misery/nude.

you'll speak later as if i mattered--

if i can only hold
your photo
in my hand
while they burn me
maybe i'll
decide to return
on a day
that isn't quite as dark.

For You...