L5P

This is about Little 5 Points, an Atlanta neighborhood.

I've been vinylized

but I ain't got no

Criminal Records

I just know I have musettic

obsessions in my

ethnic soul

which dances down

Euclid Ave. at 1 am

in the ultraviolet

shadow

percussive notes of

heeled feet make

12/8 rhythms through

the asphalt jungle, where

I detect the mask of marijuana

curling through the 

parking lot as I

enter the skull's

emblazoned eyes

the One-Eyed Blues Man's

harmonica is the

backbeat of Moreland Ave.

where I met a Psycho Sister

talking in jazzphemy

about the symphonic sex(tet)

she'd had last night...

night

night is umbrella blue

a kaleidotrope of moons

meandering in 

a maze

that feels hazy

amazingly

not phasing me

like the jingle jams

of coins

or the stutter tracks

of claps

that keep this street

alive.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You truly took me to depths of the urban jungle... I could hear the jazz playing, smell the sin, and see the wild colours of ethnicity melting together...

Thanks for the wild walk down this "hazy maze"...

Fantastic write! :)

[Eric Pudalov]

Thank you very much! I appreciate your review. The One-Eyed Blues Man is an actual street musician I met here. He usually just walks down the street playing his harmonica, and one time I sat and sang with him for a few minutes.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

That's very cool!.. it would have made for a great Utube video. :)

[Eric Pudalov]

Actually, he is on YouTube, now that you mention it.

[Eric Pudalov]

http://youtu.be/ToMXzghmnoE

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Awesome!...thanks! :)