jazz mess
drinking bottles of
wine under a pagoda
last night and now i
turn in shower
and seek window
outlet, raising head
towards ache,
away from ache
without escape
my head
is larger on
the inside than
on the outside
it looks tiny
from a distance
i think my eyes
might fall out.
January 4, 2008 at 10:19 am
that’s the problem with seeing a lot more of the world outside the provided equipment.
happy new year’s!
January 4, 2008 at 9:55 pm
I just got my first jazz cd. coltrane. Blue train. i love it.
great poem.