shhh

jazz.
the word bleeds
the rosin of a life in flux
attempting to solder still a world
mad with destination
indifferent to quiet
and at enmity
with time.

the
silence
between notes
is a Roar in the ear of a globe, drunk
and ready to vomit the trite pap
it is in such a hurry
to consume.

kaboom.



by google
posted on 08/26/2008