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night has passed
clanking and exhaling,
small talks of large projects, conundrums;
oak wood canines roam in bliss
new found love found lager
new found lover found a big stomach in the morning
and a smile on his face, not penetrating his soul.
deep and shallow, bodies of water dig going with the flow.
perhaps a bowl of cereal is in the general direction we're floating,
huzzah, brumah, and lack-lack.
 May 2013 Jackson Jones
Ivie
This misery is eating us alive
Blame me for not letting you breathe
That’s all you do, hate is pushing us to survive
In the darkness, through the blind eye
Judging faults and mistakes, giving into the lies
Oh this night is making me insane,
The rough *** and the neck bites
The blood and broken bones
We are messed in every way, grinning in the realness of suicide
Hate me, hurt me, love me, you are mine
Celled in this asylum, to a realization that maybe you like it
This relationship that is chaining us
Red blooded and breathless,
You scream my name in this endless desire
We burn but still strive through this fire
dance, blaspheming butterfly
against the black and ignorantly blessed sky
part of a simile from a longer poem I wrote a couple of years ago, "A Word"

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