I took a walk one day
And I guess I just forgot to go back
Where I started from wasn't that bad
I just got lost in the beauty
I began to get addicted to things
The further away I got
Things like words written by bukowski
And paint drippings by *******
The hotel Durante haunted by Dali
And Ezra pounds thoughts
Floating through St. Marks square
The bullet train carried me only one way
No I never returned from the sights
Or the sounds of a glacier losing a chunk
Of ice into the ocean
The magnificent blue of the glacier ice
Chilling the whiskey I sipped as I starred
I believe the artwork just ****** me in
I slowly became a word in the pages
A drop of paint in the masterpiece
Out there on that walk
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
I took a walk one day
And I guess I just forgot to go back
Where I started from wasn't that bad
I just got lost in the beauty
I began to get addicted to things
The further away I got
Things like words written by bukowski
And paint drippings by *******
The hotel Durante haunted by Dali
And Ezra pounds thoughts
Floating through St. Marks square
The bullet train carried me only one way
No I never returned from the sights
Or the sounds of a glacier losing a chunk
Of ice into the ocean
The magnificent blue of the glacier ice
Chilling the whiskey I sipped as I starred
I believe the artwork just ****** me in
I slowly became a word in the pages
A drop of paint in the masterpiece
Out there on that walk
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