Jazz and Giant Water Bugs.

The whirl of sound spins in eddies in my mind. The soul seeks music to salve the asphalt of my rocky road. Bugs dance drunk and dive to the depths of my heart ache. Knowing not that their world is a used water bottle in a child's hand.
swish swish the jazz pierces the night and we all swarm to the diesel hum that powers our tripodal moon in four phases.

Goodnight world

LGG