blake ellington larson

Month: November, 2013

my pank-blast furnace

loves the technicolor in you

it wades dark movies – light

clips the clips

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i set yr leaves

atop plops that ground yr gristle into soft light

i don’t mind

it was just a song

the fire waits

(for ray)

my forever is a little black book

i snuck into the fireplace

when you weren’t looking

i was awash in the great jet lag of your death

when it kicked in