the writings of blake ellington larson

Month: July, 2017

i used to be a sunflower

i used to be the moon

i used to be an astronaut

staring down

at you

i elect death’s golden concord

I want to collect records

like you collect rain

there is a tiny ghost inside me that knows I will die someday

memory and mantra

back and forth

music is memory

back and forth

my friends

died in that fire

there’s a picture of you

inside me

 

there’s not enough string