Thursday, 21 February 2019

SAX

SAX

the mother-of-pearl music swaying
from the blue’s own sax has me corralled 
along the smoke road of a night’s stalking
tiptoe on neon on rain that runs along
the gutters of a blue moon’s never and so
there i hang on every smarting note and so
there i bleed the every tears of no avail
all over the place

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