JAZZY EYES Smoke gets chased by running air pulsing like storms from horns end. Fast fingers hungrily push willing tabs finding sound with depth just fine. Blue shades cover cool jazzy eyes thinking full with thoughts driven hard.
Breaths of songs burst out like laughter rising with fever, sending souls into jumping with sounds of thunder, fat and rolling. Wallpaper edges slip their glue while thick windows rattle like teeth cold chattering in frigid winds. The horns dip hot with jazz blowing a reverence of pure beginnings … More HOT WITH JAZZ
Roger Singer 