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Jay earnest
Poems
Oct 2018
if you've heard it why not
I've killed myself countless times - I pull the trigger and lay the gun down on the desk.
I peel my brain from the plastic-film, and draw with crayons.
I seep into the carpet, and I feel a warm hand on my temple.
She walks in
and disrobes
and I see a hole in her.
a deep gray hole that blends in with the air. blue light-- and a song
about living in the hills whilst young.
pull out a ******* sandwich,
who told you? Sit down. sit over there. pass it to me.
puzzle piece -- hand-drawn, lips pursed with heat;
9-9= 3
I am still a child sitting on the bench ,
and I still hear a crumbling sun and it flows through me without
prejudice
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Jay earnest
30/M/Socal
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