I never spoke to you of New Orleans

I never spoke to you of New Orleans. New Orleans coated in powdered sugar. New Orleans strangled cayenne pepper. I long for both up and down Lake Pontchartrain, my hands gliding across celestial shores, folksong singing birds from wirelines. I never spoke of the five horns slow dancing across. I never said what it means to miss New Orleans. Free New Orleans. Defend New Orleans. Pianos in the courtyard sing to vampires in the architecture. I only ask to spread myself across that place, the place that made me long while life drifted off on notes in the air entangled in Kudzu.

One thought on “I never spoke to you of New Orleans

  1. idioncide says:

    Sweet blog. I never know what I am going to come across next. I think you should do more posting as you have some pretty intelligent stuff to say.

    I’ll be watching you . 🙂

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