HAZY HOT LIGHTS

Stars fall into weakness
when the satin flow of her voice
places jewels on climbing notes;
she is wealthy in the jazz.

Words with wings take flight
over the waiting crowd
where smoky dark blue and eggplant
hazy hot lights find
the fullness of her lips.

Her eyes spark, casting out shadows,
delighting in lust, like neon lights
blinking a hard bright and red
as her hands sweep over faces
she owns

STREET LIGHT

A street light hums into dark,
its weakness absorbed by
heavy charcoal air.

Sitting on a wooden peach box,
paper pictures on the side and the
aroma of freshness outgrown,
he speaks his jazz into a warm night;
bugs buzz a tune of circling.

The black of his eyes compete with night.
His guitar finds words within him,
delivering a song to his mouth.
He tattoos the air while looking up into a
gray white light, reminding him of
clouds before rain.

His hands relate strongly to where
he’s been.

SERVED WITH FIRE

Red lips pulsed the words
of the jazz living
in the tides of
her ocean.
The ivory of her neck
made jealous
the pearls on earth
as she leaned
like angels do
when listening to her.
Her legs swayed
under the winds
of a summer heat
burning a lust
into hearts owned
by her.
No hands kept her
or eyes
possessed the hot
verses she served
with fire.

CARRIED AWAY

Just let it
crash
on me
heavy
like summer
rain
washing my
face
beating me like
wind
over with around
twisting
my thoughts
straight
with moving
jazz
like catching a
train
that never stops
traveling
hard with song
holding
me like lovers
eyes
winking fat with
lust
making me
stumble
drunk with
needs
and calling
me out to
absorb
the easy flow
carrying
me
away.

THE DARK OF HIM

Black steel wool coverings
of hair
weave muddy currents
onto his forehead,
like the music
pushing from him;
a great tree of life melts
when he sounds out
the branches of his travel.

Storms raise a dusting
mountain high
where his message runs a path
from the sax of him; escaping notes
find a way to become found.

Running fingers never rest
under the strain of his drive.
The dark engine within his head
lifts jazz into a lightness,
flattening shadows
where his music lives.