I could build a castle

from a smile at the bus stop

pleasant face in a thin cotton dress walking by

never needed much just sweet life

& when I got closer to feel the cotton

made it past the smiles

back to hers or mine eats & drinks

there came nothing much else

to hep the evening romance slide

they had never read written painted

thought much about how to live their time

every day was one foot in front of the other

making ends meet soaps on the box

& I was the strange creature

wanting to explore what was inside

could we build something together

when all I could hear deafening

was the low slung hum of pink noise

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