Jazz

Jazz

The jazz
falls
all over me
and
the void inside my chest
spreads
like blood from a bullet wound.

brass beats
dripping
all
over
me.
Over me.

The jazz
rains
down on me
and
the void
opens
like a sinkhole after the storm.

brass beats pouring down on me.
On me.

The jazz
caves
in on me
and
the void
yearns
like an unmarked grave

brass beats crushing time in me.
In me.