jazz in her smile.


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.

a dime.


my heavy eyes
rest peacefully on the
air between
and so does the frail
trails of curls.

the twisted tongue
has it sorted out tonight
with a little help from my friends.
there’s only one tune
that would swoon
the dusk into dark.

it won’t be long
before these trained fingers
go to work
yet again, keeping the
soul sane and letting my eyes
smell the Californian rain.

and it’s same every night.

but wait, a slight change is
in the order of our light
tonight.

i just found a dime
in my pocket.