.experiments with chalkboard paint.

history:

that which defines everything else

what was something before you called it yours ?

everything i hold dear was given to me:

a keyring, a shirt, guitar and a book of poems

overflowing with lavender: i desire nothing

new – but to remember what i’ve forgotten:

rob the graves i dug in drunkenness, rest

the bones on my chest and breathe –

uninterrupted.

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