Fiery antebellums sprout in crags of swampmoss brickmud coated gator-
skin a creole drinking Southern Comfort in Manchester.
Deep skinned & bony fingers femme
whisper to planes they bring down with blood drops on dirt
Kitchen mice meet mange cats in the alleys outside
La Maison De La Compte
Lay our heads still in sticky February night. Praise the crescent.
des dieux étranges laughing with glazed eyeballs
over bridges stretching miles
Where are you tonight as I am harassed in
sleep by spirits?
How do you lay,
as I, here,
in & out?
Too drunk to dance at a honky tonk
in the industrial town
a little wobble in the knees
skeletons gripping limp corpses in two-step
they danced in sways
as I was bar stool bound
waiting for the turnover
from metallic to smoke
Sun tinted holed shoes in Garden District interrupted
light of golds & greens a hazy heat hitting the bitter sweat of forehead wavers &
ivy in the quarter where stones gather over cement shuttles to heaven in ashes & jewels
with docked boats and red freights rolling through the algae skinned gray below peepholes
In rebuilt wood with rusted fish bites and water rustles Saturday descended upon the pier
outside of Memphis
Too bad the Mississippi flows the