'last night alone, jazz into sleep.'
jill jones
fanned heat irritating my skin
shrivelled arm itching
all night like a persistent rumour
jazz nights dull reprise
in memory's biobox / sleep
the usual ghost-train ride
smile muscles sneer
at the mirror / image
reflecting on itself
'what'd ya say, boy?
what'd ya say?'
a skeleton with attitude
andrew burke
daglish 10.55 pm wednesday
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