now that it is all over;
sun shines; not as sweet..
over Jupiter, another cracked relationship;
come on over dear,
be brave; it is past mid night..
not so misty; is it your soul Blondie?
lift her up, curves held;
tight, till another sunshine,
once freed; surrender to the wind..
wander bare footed, wrapped with white fur;
basement is yours..all of it,
never ever think of breaking free..
lower levels are dedicated..
nice, muddy, overwhelmed with poverty..
cry it out loud, working hard; just like a…
morning jazz will never pick up troubled dreams;
no more standing at door step;
enjoy chimney’s dark stinky smoke..
penetrating tiny blocked lungs..
soul strives for a memory..
of a simple thing;
saxophones play favorite classics;
demons inhale misty thoughts…