BREAKING SOUND

The jazz sweeps

the lonesome

form me

feeding my needs

and filling my wants

digging into deep

and pulling up

like an anchor

rising from the

a dark blue

breaking the

gold blue surface

releasing my pain

spinning it

like a top

faster into fast

onto the floor

past dancing feet

breaking the sound

into pieces

sweetened with tears

soft to the taste

sliding on the

tongue

mixed with whisky

cooled by ice

baptized with smoke

and cherished like

lipstick

waiting for me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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