the universe broke open an
arrangement, a melody that sings
to the stars every night
and leaves us begging
lay our bodies down
and lift us up in our
nakedness.
but she,
left me bleeding
with progressive rhythm
and subtle taste of
her intergalactic lips
to die.
i heard the melody that night
for the very first time.
cheers darlin’
here’s to you
my last toast of
dark hot brew
after the summer sky
dies, and words in
my blood
become cold and
wise
i will drink
you to freeze
myself, just like
those alive and
broken few.
hundreds of equations
thousands of words
a million contradictions
fact and so-called fiction
but only
a tiny idea
where in
all this
i fit, with
your jazz.
the familiar jazz
of lips, and hands
held tight. we sway
through this theme as
the stolen light
of this night.
falling apart like
sky, do not apologize
for change, you are
nature without
curtains.
in the face of naked
you hide your pieces
but your truth is
softer when we
winter.
like every line we
color, we can hear
each other’s song
and hold, the way
fingers grip a match
till it gasps into the dark
and they can hold the
flame
no long.
gritty way
in dark
alleyways
feet tapping
hands clashing
eyes enticing,
and night
splashing.
the end.
how am i supposed to write words down
when words no longer feel real
when everything the heart says
feels like a trickery
of those apathetic words
breathing is my new language
one that has always been
unacknowledged.
the translation, the pitch
the heave, the thrill
the profoundness.
it has it all.
moans like a saxophone
joyful like trumpets
rhymes, like jazz
i play the tune
across your body
each spot I touch
hits a new note
creating new vocabulary.
some days I want to
fly to California
with an aching in my heart
like Jimmy Page
singing on his acoustic
in the rain
but when the sun is bursting with love
that feeling only lasts for a day or two
a masturbatory moment
of ecstasy
then I crawl under the dark bridge
where the rock fusion rolling stones
set up in the corner
and rehearse
that sad sad song
melancholy drums and woeful guitar
brings me down
down down down
to swim in that blue stream
of broken notes and keys
that sound like fragments
of a guitarist mind.
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