Defined by the flax of a seed
This saltless dream
Reminds me of a raccoon I once met
In the streets of New Orleans
Scavenging through small little po’boy shops
Clanging the garbage pails of their alleyways
Like silver bells
Demand a revolution
I must confess
I have been diagnosed
With Meniere’s disease
Fancy attacks of vertigo
Restricted to a daily maximum
Of two thousand mg’s of sodium
For this quite unpleasant thrill
Hoping for no more hearing loss
For those of you who feel undiagnosed
Never cease your hunch
We all have a medicinal sheer to us
Our own physician
The one who sits in our gut
Ever so clear
New Orleans, Louisiana
A few years ago I found myself in a modest room trying to bring back the words. The pastel’d wombs whose fingers ceased to trace. It was there were my visions, my omens, my hallucinations reversed.
Sadness christened me, my rivers, my laughter, my ability to manipulate that unceasing spirit inside of me. I don’t write these words to justify the madness that sometimes corrupts me.
You who reads this, whose seen the animals at my knees. Recreating is all I know, it’s how I breathe, how I love.
I remember being three with angels thoughtful of my stomach steadily shaping my memory. . .
Tiara and the rest of the get-up worn for a dear friend . .
Whom I met while visiting in New Orleans
She owns an enchanting little vintage consignment shop in the garden district called ‘Blue Dreams’ . .
Bit eclectic of her to dress moi as bride tulle wrapping me to faint. .
Dress tight enough to think differently of a size 8. .
Surely she planned it that way. .
Since she fully comprehends flip flops is my way
New Orleans, mystery unfolding greatness
Visit, wear a gown or two and make sure you do it all before you eat
Where the choirboys sing
Where I’ve always been
Sing the song with soul
Baby don’t you know
We can let it roll
On the saxophone
Back street jelly roll
In the healing game
You could gather by the gargle of his pitch and the first pluck on his note that Van Morrison is standing right next to him.
Hardest part of residing in Texas is the lack of Folk.
Enjoy my undeniable crush. .