Broke Planet

jangled in june as some sultry swallow
sang across a wasteland of broken buildings--

they expand and collapse
when you open and close your hands,

and the sound juxtaposed with the solitary bird
is more captivating than all of the 'i-don't-knows' and 'oh-yeahs' of jazz.

i fold and relapsed the jail as the broken pieces inside
shift weight and move with your hands, as if to fly away...