dark pathos
on incendiary vinyl
liquor overflowing
I’m awed by what it takes to sustain
your rendering of chaos / & the hungry
hounds that bark at you in your own
backyard
you are your own jazz epicenter!
hypothesis of Etta James / recognizable
from a former life /
inscriptions upon the heart /
every emotion sung in a minor key
jazz ancestry / veined with gold
& amber / & sapphire blue
buxom curves & bare legs
in the summertime
you offer sanctuary
& there’s something
exquisite / about the bites
that mar
your
/ skin
Connie Johnson is a Los Angeles, CA-based Pushcart Prize nominee whose poetry has appeared in San Pedro River Review, Syncopation Literary Journal, Cholla Needles, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Everything is Distant Now (Blue Horse Press), her debut poetry collection, is available on Amazon; In a Place of Dreams, her digital album/chapbook, can be found at www.jerryjazzmusician.com
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