pencil sketches like future plans
smoke floating above the ashtray with light
a standard ring tone never hi-tech
i read the message i like
while the coffee turns cold in the a.m
and music playing softly like skin
the tube of paint in one color
making the lines look thin
and detailed like 1000x zoomed in
i sail away without a boat
scrolling blogs finding nothing
just water down my throat
more work and better endings
rock on like rock bands
i play no instrument
in a session with the jams