Jazz Bow Tie

under the sun


something electric


a fraud

& some sweet robberies

escape from the laws  

she sounds like a flower

now our rain blown out gust of wind

over thunder

on the grille of August noon

she can’t go back the way I was

walking around on the other side

swan dive diva

she’s got a lazy smile

radio on fire

diamond bold

lava streams

it’s too quiet to listen