it musta been a rainy day

12 Apr

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


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

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