I stared at his wet lips, closing on a steel trumpet flower
I heard noises of levitation
Devouring its freedom as a delicacy
The feet stumping and the chest banging
Like a cat making love to jazz in the alley
Like God in friendly harmony
My lines are jagged and intentional
As the music flows to chance
in beauty
I crown every pallet
I could almost throw myself in a trance
Like the notes from the empty pockets of his breath
the train moans in the aimless circles
dizzying bliss
as I leave with painted hands