Marie Laveau's Hot Pink Hearse (With David Moore III)

~when a pair of subconscious spinners traipse off for cerebral ice cream~marachino metaphors on top~ ;)~

Your heart beats a sexy tango 
That we drink with flesh intertwined
Grazing the plush flesh of mangos
With skin through bones aligned
And the wicked will ascribe to the banjo
And the sound of the swamp enshrined
In the cloth across a shoulder, wanton and reclined
 
We juggle sacks of Gris Gris dust
And sing bonfires on the levee top
We painted our bodies in liquid rust
While the rising waters ne'er stop
A star alights in a trombone's gust
Rapid fire radiating as the last notes drop
At the syncopated resurrection voodoo shop

My cotton candy trail in blush
Trails the epiphany of crush
Between the blossom and the thorn
Where music dwells forevermore
Dreaming notes in minor deeps
Where what we sow is what we reap
Divided on a Creole bed
Vodoo doll in china dress
Made of patoi elements
What you love
Is what they dread

I rely on being a stranger to kindness
On that car we named Desire
While I bury my ashes in the air
With soulful twelve bar fertilizer. 
And Care forgot to set its roots
When called out at the quadroon ball
Thin bone-lined with cotton-tongue
And cinched-moon tide's midnight call. 
But your green beryl eyes 
Whisper cinnamon and absinthe
As your Storyville mind beckons, opium bent.

Approach the dreaded bliss with care
Toss caution out the window, bare
Your teeth, your craw, or crawl on by
I'll trip you up on the sublime
Deadly, crawly, creepy smirk
The ride is never meant to turn
But turn it does at witching hour
Stumble from my heels, this dour
Princess elbow deep in flowers
Clutching at the hem of chance
In a wicked dive at happenstance. 

Your waxen cross with food piled 'round
Gives mischievous smile first then melts to frown
And your iris fingers, as you propel them
Brush my face with Bon temp vellum
My eyes turn inward, indigo-seared
As outcome, lost, as often feared. 
Marie Laveau gave birth rite first
When she drove around in her hot pink hearse.

Seduction from the ground and up
Into the dance that coaxed the mud
To shape the girl, moss slippers, paired
Climb the grace of disrepair
Into the alm of solid arms
He a tree to her unique
Brand of steel between his brambles
As carnival screams on and rambles
Toss, she does a blanket down
Upon a holly covered ground
Where hallowed basket flips wide open
On a banquet, with unspoken
Ache between where wings once rooted
Wine will quench but lips and tongue
But the pain of bone remains twice bent
And will this one know how to pair
Himself against her darkest care
How to palm the gold, placate
A queen in need of kind repair?

With laughter and lace wrought interwoven
And mortared saint's effigy left wide open
As coats of arms stand single file
Block medusa's gaze and siren's guile
Her over tempered and fractured steel
Shards planted here on which to kneel
Sable soul seeps slowly south
Joan of Arc escapes silent mouth
Headstone pearl set in platinum
Frankincense, myrrh, and cardamom
Sometimes the journey unfurls clouds wing
Sometimes with metal bite, artesian spring
But whether fete or ball, roll the juice of the mango
And forget not, your heart beats the hot tango. 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/davidmoore

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Author's Note

David's ice cream cone here;http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/724270/
;)~

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

This one flops around in my mind like a hookedguppy! And I must bow down to your genius. You do new Orleans well! I would say this is genius but my modesty wouldn't let me. Your streaming is incredible (and it flows out of you so fast that last stanza of yours you wrote in under 7 minutes?!!! Insane) it inspired me 6 months ago to break out of my comfort zone. And while I normally don't full out stream, I've definitely worked a lot into my more narrative imagery. For that inspiration I am eternally grateful. (I would guess I am only one of many that claim inspiration from the ink flowing from your body. I am honored that you would bend your style my direction. I absolutely love how it came out and forgive me if I give it a 100

[Matthew Kult]

i find myself jealous, and curious why nobody ever wants to work with me....

A great write by the both of you, excellent flow. Your styles, ability, writing, blends very well and quite honestly you made master piece.

Oh that's right...I'm completely f*****g insane....

Sometimes I forget,

Matthew

[Kerry O'Connor]

The unmistakable "flavour" of New Orleans in this one, in sounds, images and mystery ... love it.

But whether fete or ball, roll the juice of the mango
And forget not, your heart beats the hot tango.... (Where do I sign up?)

[George Korolog]

Solid. Collaboration suits you both.

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as I said to David..having you two working together was always going to be a rocket ride! You seem to have squeezed a bucket of creative juices into a wonderful, clever, witty and rhythmically perfect piece...this is simply super!

[MuSe Ampoule]

Wow. Even though I knew the writers on this piece are just top knotch, this STILL blew me away! Fantastic, fantastic, fantastic! Felt like I was on the corner of Bayou and Mardi Gras eatin' crawfish!

I loved the 2nd stanza the best, but the twists and turns throughout this piece were exquisite it was hard to choose my favorite! :)

[Ed Hart]

i can't believe you did the muse smooth with this tall young smart good looking guy, and left this wagging tale to taunt me...my mother tried to tell me, and so did the cons in cell block c

[Robin]

such a dance ~ mesmerized ~ bravo , brava !

[SpokenWord]

Your metaphors are always so poetically wonderful as your story telling enterwind creates consistent master pieces for us to enjoy mentally. Astonishing work with this write.

[Dream Weaver]

Kudos to the both of you for such a
dreamy piece of poetic lusciousness .
Well done you guys....