Jazz Bow Tie



under the sun

she’s

something electric

we're

a fraud

& some sweet robberies

escape from the law

  

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