Jazz Head
He spins,
and with his arms,
his sides,
are breaking walls,
and barriers,
solid change
becoming fluid
and drink:
100 proof alcohol,
for the wet hot head,
having tasted love the night before,
recreates in the next day,
and the next,
in addiction.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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