taking a walk in montreal

2 Jul

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

i don’t enter churches very often,
but maybe i should becausetakingawalkinmontreal 001 (2) churches will probably get converted into
hospitals or youth hostels soon
like telephone booths were maybe converted into teleportation capsules?
anyway, i like the way a church smells,
frankincense in the carpet and what not.
i like sitting under the stained glass windows
and thinking about all the inside prayers and
mortar between the outside bricks
holding it all together.

words by steve, broken bats

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nature’s pick up eyes

28 Jun

steve:

Hot saunas batman! Love is in the air!

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

birch bark burns real well.graffiti 003
it’s water proof too and yet
i saw a roll of birch all on its own
just sitting there on a grassy hill
far away from utility
behaving like tumbleweed
looking like a forgotten manifesto
but ready to heat up or swim
inching closer and closer to a
stray pine cone down below.

words by steve, broken bats

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walking into some other room

21 Jun

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

my plan was to go inside the library and
read about tibet,weedingfleurie 001 (3)
but i noticed the silver church spire instead.
it was not alone
and so i thought,
now evergreens get their chance,
to stand and dance
with branches not really swaying,
more like fanning ledges,
diving boards for beetles
launch pads for butterflies
a summer carnival of ecosystem zillions
and the entire tree not really green at all,
but aqua blue spruce
drowing in nuclear ash this day after the end
and love is in the air,
but i buy a mini whisky instead and
slip into the library.

words by steve, broken bats


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Dear punch clock:

14 Jun

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

it’s hard work being a tree,vasedefleurs 001 (3)
standing straight up like that.
inspires me to do the same
with my human spine and
look at me now.
i’m not the hunchback i was
10 seconds ago.

words by steve, broken bats

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the curse of matryoshka

7 Jun

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

i was walking along the other dayfleursroses 001 (3)
and talking to myself
like anyone else does
when there’s no one else to talk to
and so I asked myself,
“where do your poems come from?”
and i answered,
“from the acupuncture jolts,
feet to spine to mind and
onto scrap paper or into a stranger’s ear”
but where do they really come from?
like the science of it all?
hell if I know,
but i keep walking anyway…

words by Steve, broken bats

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another day in the valley

5 Jun

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

the page was like any other blue print,
for a tree house,
vacuum cleaner,
short story or
fleuvebaby 001 (2)painting by the lake.
so many notes
so many misdirections,
stalls,
slips,
misses,
falls,
mustard stains on white t-shirts
an aerial view of a mind in transition.
i miss the printed word
in journals and diaries,
the real handwriting and
so much more imperfection up ahead.

Words by Steve: broken bats

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