bipolar dilemma

3 May

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

have i made mountains
out of mole hills;
zenillusiion 001 (2)more sand castle crumble
or is this an idea spark
setting fire to a rosary
in my mind?

words by steve; broken bats

View original

mt rushmore’s confession suggestion

27 Apr

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

“go ahead,”wall 001
burps the mountain.
“give teddy some eye shadow
and lincoln some lipstick.”

the mountain takes another swig;
flexes its mesa and exhales;
whipping up
a mini dust storm

words by steve; broken bats

View original

natureorgy

26 Apr

steve:

gang bang of colorsetbrushes painting and broken bats words

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

two kids in the east natureorgy2015 001 (2)
make their way like
hungry tornados
towards narrow streets
and all the freaks
drunk on wine
wasting time
making up rhymes
while
two kids in the west
prepare for their own
implosion explosion.

words by steve; broken bats

View original

falling

22 Apr

steve:

colorsetbrushes continues to paint. I continue to add words.

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

falling 001 (2)

there used to be a dog that barked in my brain; filled with expectation lusts galore and now i’m sitting at this bench; another four corner street scene and there’s a rabbit wonderful spastic nose and I don’t need to speak at all: just sniff sniff sniff a slide show.

words by steve; broken bats

View original

then and now

19 Apr

steve:

colorsetbrushes plays painting; broken bats plays words

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

those after school drag race arousers,wetland 001 (2)
we knew we would need em
in some pack rat astrologer sort of way,
tucked away for dull days like
baseball cards or
cutlery from granny’s drawers;
me and you;
barely a vital sign,
holding hands;
an iv tangle.

words by steve; broken bats

View original

it musta been a rainy day

12 Apr

steve:

colorsetbrushes; a 3 plant painting and broken bats; a three verse

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

his lips seemed orange.simple 001 (2)
then we boarded the train.

i felt like a drunk etch a sketch;
all that rattling and shaking; erasing
and oh yeh, his orange lips.
he was tall too with amazing posture;
almost like a skyscraper
or maybe it was the chair and
passing scenery outside the window.

when he started talking
i closed my eyes and pretended
his limbs were falling off
and then i just thought about trains for a while;
all the coming and going
and sneaking up around the bends.

words by steve; broken bats

View original

source

10 Apr

steve:

colorsetbrushes painting

Originally posted on colorsetbrushes:

door opens andkamouraska 001 (2) light shivers in;
clothes on the floor,
crumpled up that way
taking on shapes like that;
makes me sort of warm,
but never seen them like this;
tastes like candy
like butterscotch ain’t gold,
but it’s real.
i gotta go now,
gotta go dance.

words by steve; broken bats

View original

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 492 other followers

%d bloggers like this: