A cloudburst of eyes and thoughts

jump from mental elevators to the tongue,

releasing words from the king of hearts.


A cattle stampede of cabs hustle into position

for the bullfight over a dollar; the language of

hurry fills the street.


Smooth bright jazzy sounds flow like warm

mercury from a bar. Smoky whiskey air

leaps onto passing suits and shirts, touching

the skin.


There’s a delirium rising with the caffeine

of day.


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