jayivan

Thursday, November 29, 2018

i write in rhythms
it’s what i do
instructions manuals
or bugaboos

posted by jayivan at 10:16 pm  

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

short conversations
over long periods of time

thin chats
in fat blocks

posts
for miles

posted by jayivan at 8:53 pm  

Saturday, November 10, 2018

your yolk
down my throat

posted by jayivan at 8:58 pm  

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

given
taken away.

posted by jayivan at 10:23 am  

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

lovelorn
under the hawthorn

posted by jayivan at 4:46 pm  

Monday, November 5, 2018

refreshing the weather app,
waiting for a better forecast,
as if atmosperic disturbances were
as fickle as quarks or human hearts

posted by jayivan at 8:21 pm  

Friday, November 2, 2018

flowers dont suddenly grow
in dry rockbeds we sow.

but still,
we know:
something, will grow

posted by jayivan at 11:52 pm  

Friday, November 2, 2018

when the sun sets before it rises,

this sinking heart heralds sweet surprises

posted by jayivan at 6:08 pm  

Friday, November 2, 2018

trigger you
trigger me

posted by jayivan at 7:09 am  

Thursday, November 1, 2018

spray your face &
tongue it clean:
so keen

posted by jayivan at 2:06 pm  

Thursday, November 1, 2018

red tensions inflame
the torsion of blue veins

posted by jayivan at 1:48 pm  

Thursday, November 1, 2018

the blossons swell
as leaves fell

posted by jayivan at 12:44 pm  

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