Jazz Takes a Break

it hurts me when lines are drawn in gold and separation has value 
envy for the color blind because they can love everyone without having to discriminate

my dear,
the air between our distance is still too liveable i want to reduce it till they suffocate and you and i
are cross eyed face to face and all of them are blue in between us lacking oxygen because there's nothing separating us the world is beneath us not in the middle of us everything is around us and only you and I are on center stage

listen to my music dance even if you don't know how to 
introduce me to your mother i promised her i'd cry with you at the death of your father

do i look like someone you'd want to fuck when i have this gun in my hand? 

why do i always try to seduce lunatics? how many questions can I ask myself to finally feel like I've traveled long enough to stop

I keep having to tell myself it'll all be worth it in the end and I'm starting to resent how clear it is to me why she left

constant repetitions of dishonesty and it's starting to sound less and less like a song that i want to sing 

but they'll…
shoot if i stop and i'm trying to find ways to do things that they won't notice

Mystery Train

late buses early morning people we meet in a space too safe for comfort
or is it not safe when it's too comfortable it's hard to decide when you don't know whether or not they'll laugh at the sight of your naked body wandering lost hoping somone will drop a quarter in an empty coffee cup or at least the little strip of paper from a fortune cookies they end up throwing away anyway but some choose to keep the good ones funny because those are the people i hope fall in love with me which i know is a fantasy but i can't help what i imagine when the jazz gets good to me and the scent of a singers hair seldom travels close enough for me to decipher what makes her cry and mean it but i know she only bleeds for tattoos never for his insecurities or tendencies towards never saving up more than $10 because it's hard to come up with good art that isn't pulled from the sickest part of your mind insanity ensures that they'll listen for a minute

it's getting kind of 70's pattern and I live in the past 7 years before that I discovered Jazz at a moment when my mom & pop haven't met yet so I seem older than says on my birth certificate maybe there's a slight disillusion as I contemplate what I just said seduce me to clarity because I'm grown up now and to watch a rose decompose inspires me to ask why I needed to learn how to drive in the first place because I didn't pick this road and the rhythm is slightly out of sync but this is my time to decide the bassline and where the trumpets go and the perfect arrangment leading up to my guitar solo to show her what San Francisco taught me


Peace to travelers trying to find Elvis...