Now
Show this
Violet class your
heart and lobby,
your quilt and
guilty smile
and drifter’s flee.
Two cursed words,
ceteris paribus,
hang from my wall,
and breath deep
within my darkened lungs
that pump thin blood.
In, out, about
and there
and here and
such to the repeated
shuffle and
its chords.
Comparison
fairs only in some wild
unbegotten
of its own accord.
To finally leave Gustav Klimpt’s
obsession behind,
swinging original outlet,
and known
successful score.
Get ready,
get rested,
you’re gonna go far kid.
Very, very far.
James J Jackson 