jayivan

Thursday, December 29, 2011

I tell myself:
it is the dark
it is the cold

But I know:
it is the heaviness
of eyelids closed

posted by jayivan at 10:18 pm

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December, you thief!
Give me back the things that cling.

posted by jayivan at 10:17 am

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Bit-lipped and heart-slipped,
my face (gravel-embraced and
black-booted) erased.

posted by jayivan at 9:46 am

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scrapple thoughts
melted-fat-splatter

posted by jayivan at 11:32 am

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