the writings of blake ellington larson

Month: August, 2016

like gristle on the grapevine

we were taut and taunt

ween and want

hungry

my future tattoo:

I said kiss me you are beautiful

these are truly the last days

you grabbed my hand

and we fell into it

like a daydream or a fever

dear spirit/thunder

test me

I will best you

it was a new kind of dark

a poloroid postcard

a cardboard cut-out

neon dusk

in the autumn sun

when I go deaf

won’t you join me

fireball and all

shit and solace

steel mojitos around

we’ll toast the captain

set sail for spain

search for mermaids

herbie, the one eyed pirate shih tzu

 

survived katrina

but not the anesthesia

perched on the corner of the bed

with the cone of shame on

the last time I saw him

yesterday

every time I hear a siren

feels like

you’ve been

holding

your breath

ever since

you died