Jake Shaw's Blog, page 73
May 16, 2017
Mornings
There was Anthem
Always that
Hipsterish
Coffeehouse
Isn’t ever
Good enough
By itself
By itself
Sunrise ’till set
Black and white
Mocha taste
Competent
Barista right
Beside me
In my bed
This morning
The sweetest face
Bitter taste
Of coffee
In morning
A touch and kiss
Handholding
Adventure
In traffic
General Tso’s
At the Rose
Garden with
Some black tea
Best friends in town
Late dinners
Sleeping over
All feels better
Chatting on the
Bed and some
Wonderful
Covert love
Pretty pretty
Lights gone di...
May 15, 2017
Maple Bonsai
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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS’ f/5.6; 1/125; ISO-400; 55mm; Flash
Filed under: Images
Descention of Spring
Partly clouds swirling slowly
Above in the ocean skies
To threatening spring
Hiding among them
Not making landfall
Nor letting loose storms
Petrichor and geosmin
Waiting for spring
To descend
Filed under: March Era (III)
May 14, 2017
May 13, 2017
Brownie Baptism – Journal 5/13/17
There’s a common wisdom kind of thing that says when you sit down to have an incredibly rich confection, you have a glass a milk to neutralize the rich flavor. Tonight I’ve had a delicious brownie after having nothing else to consume but two cans of coke, coffee, a french dip sandwich, two Mcdonald’s cheeseburgers, another coke, and some fries. And then there’s milk on top of that. I wonder when my metabolism will catch up with me and I’ll actually have to start caring about what I eat.
So! I...
Vagabondage
Give me a shemagh
And a
Jacket for the rain
Let me hide
From the breeze
A pair of leggings
And (a)
Two platform shoes
So I can walk
Through puddles and streets
Red and blue
Bruisy hues
Green and grey
Colors of cuts, too
Salted wounds
Scars from
Vagabondage
Black wrapped clothing
Bandaging
City nights like
Those by Van Gogh
I feel so royal
Colored
Drab and indigo
Give me a shemagh
And a
Jacket for the rain
Let me walk
And deeply breathe
Every microgram
Of dye
Drops stain my body
My wrapping wi...
May 12, 2017
Spot by Bradley Lake
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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/800; ISO-400; 18mm
Filed under: Images
Slam, Bitch, Slam
Two
Years
Later
And she’s still the only one
Who can make me feel
Like I’m doing something
Wrong
That is why it is natural
I know what I feel
Should be the thing to
Make me doubt myself
Fuck it gets hard sometimes
When I’m reminded of her
Or you compare yourself
To her
She is a drug I am constantly
Trying to get clean from
Because those needle stabs
In my arm are still seeping
Lucy
I haven’t ever really opened
Up about her because I’m
Scared of being fucking
Reminded
I know that she has an ef...
