Vieux Carre Baptism

Vieux Carre Baptism

 

last night, found my soul

amidst wild whiskey exhales

and electric fire gods

 

danced with a dreadlocked

aftermath funkateer

on a downtown balcony

 

she peeled my onion

and stirred my stew

like a Cajun witch

 

fresh ju-ju to exorcise

the nasty grigri

you brought down on me

 

her starlight tongue-kissed

my shadowed rebel spirit

ignited my frosty heart

 

swam the sweet humid air

with purple eye lashed piranha

and bicep throb Gila monsters

 

pain became a memory

music became a language

and you became

a casualty of my happiness

 

as the quarter moon smiled 

there was a somber

quarter rest

dressed in suicide blue

 

I thought of you crying

muffled prayers

into your stained pillow

 

then I remembered

how badly you hurt me

and my new wings

grew ever stronger

 

if you ever decide

to rise from your convenient

psycho-spiritual grave

 

I’ll be too far gone to reach

too healed up to harm

and too alive to kill

 

don’t call

my number has changed

along with everything else

 

except you

 

Reviews

[EMF]

Sharp as a razor through an atom. Between the wordplay and phraseology, such clarity of thougth and vison...Exceptional my friend. Exceptional

[MOON]

Hell hath no fury...like a poet scorned. .. Stinging good write.

[Emily B]

ouch :)

this touched a little close to my own skin