antitoxin…

antitoxin

club’s
well short
of
a quorum
just
a few old jazzers
with
hearts
pulsating
to
piano notes
no one
but
the musicians
on
stage
seems
to notice
the lack
of
patrons
all that matters
to
the old jazzers
is
the music
the antidote
to
the world outside
it’s
been that way
forever
it seems
music
counteracting
the poison
of
the world
releasing
a flood
of
sweet memories
with
just
a few chords
and
notes

made well…

made well

hovering
like
a hummingbird
thirsting
for nectar
you press near
to those
you deem
famous
taking endless
selfies
with them
what i wonder
is
what’s missing
in
your life
what do you believe
can be healed
by
touching the hem
of
their existence