those cracks in the mirror

11 May

colorsetbrushes

the sidewalk is a tongue
angling who knows where andfeelgoodwallpapaer 001 (2)
i have no return ticket;
only the next step;
like when i was a kid
walking down a stairwell
with a mirror reflecting the ceiling:
scary kind of gps because
gravity died
so i go now and walk some more
maybe for the first fog of paradise.

words by steve; broken bats

 

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