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.


2 Responses to “jazz mess”

  1. that’s the problem with seeing a lot more of the world outside the provided equipment.

    happy new year’s!

  2. I just got my first jazz cd. coltrane. Blue train. i love it.
    great poem.

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