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My City
Purple and green staling sugar of a King Cake
With a shiny gold baby for me in the middle
Thick sticky seeable haze hovering above the cemeteries
Layered with the light stench of creole seasoning
The wet dry crackle of a virgin saxophone reed warming up the Quarter
While yesterday's trash sweetens the air
The white powdered corpse lips after a brand new beignet
In stark contrast to the dark muddy chicory coffee burning tongues and memories
Black and blue jazz like the whores' knees on Canal Street
Mixed with the odd aroma of spells from the old lady's voodoo shop
The shiny sweat from the silent Mime sprays against an inspired acrylic canvas in Jackson Square
She is my city
She provokes and fights with my 5 senses
Her mossy and mysterious bayou is my lullaby
While Breenan's is my rooster cacawing my eyes wide open
Wrought iron fences adorned with cheap Mardi Gras beads is my compass
Her mud bugs and music are my soul
And my heart belongs to Nola.
I love this. It reminds me
I love this. It reminds me little of early Springsteen lyrics where verse by verse he lays out an extremely detailed and picturesque description of some boulevard he's walked down a million times. I love your imagery.
I take that as a huge
I take that as a huge compliment bc I love Springsteen...he is The Boss after all! Thanks
there is something about the
there is something about the way this is worded which makes me just feel love for this city which almost feels like most people relate to it by wanting free of it, like the poet is the only person who loves it
loved this line
In stark contrast to the dark muddy chicory coffee burning tongues and memories
Much Love
Ashley
My favorite lines----Wrought
My favorite lines----Wrought iron fences adorned with cheap Mardi Gras beads is my compass
Her mud bugs and music are my soul
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "