boat

I sit on the boat looking at Brooklyn in all of its glory.

Foreigners, Lovers and Loners; we’re all here. 

Caught you looking at me . . . 

Wondering whereabouts . . .

my certain cells; you eat:

Red, Blue, Purple and Green.

She’s the same as me with

her big eyes.

Her big thoughts.

Her big dreams.

Her big hips.

One, two, 3 – they’re all the same. We’re all the same: Red on the inside. 

I’ve got it all over me.

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