Warm Cow of Jazz

I’d rather be a warm cow
Who floats in milk –
In creamy white milk –
And not feel this loneliness,
Crispy loneliness
That likes me too much
To leave me.

My new life
Is wearing glasses –
Again.
I could not escape
Running away
Here and there –
So be it.

Oh God, why you gave me
This happiness,
Floorless happiness
Of always being alone –
I smile,
I smile,
I smile…

I don’t like your jazz, by the way –
Even this good – it’s this.
Like a fly.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz