purple hair in the light...red up close
what to say if anything, or how to fill in the air
then we fell back again and listened to the talk
words of happy or go lucky or you fill it in
'leave some balance baby'
overheard in a day lit bar
on purple brick wrapped by black iron
spoken by a boy in black
hair pulled by nervous, or anxious, or just plain bored hands
maybe just the need to do something, subconcious action made by overmoving mind hand
then he came
that gap toothed smile well spaced friend
the one filled with too much thought...thinking past color, past what fiber can stand
he sat. i smiled. and we spun it back and started again.
