Ode to New Orleans

Strolling down Bourbon Street, centuries of pain and beauty beneath our feet,
Dancing on the heels of the greats to a rhythym the city seems to make from out of nothing,
en Louisiane,
à La Nouvelle-Orléans,
We’re alive, like the jazz, and smoke, and black magic floating through the air,
we’re wild, we’re free.
I love you, I love you, Je t’aime, Je t’aime,
Down by the Bayou, drunk on Rue Dauphine, on St. Charles Street,
Tracing the footsteps of Degas,
of Hemingway, Capote, Williams,
Sweet city beneath the sea,
Hold steady, hold on tight.

revelries

break down, fever thoughts spilling out of you, try/fail, love/hate, rinse/repeat

she kisses like she knows you
your bodies all too close
her lips a strawberry paradise

ducks move past you
you’re floating in the river now
a half light cigarette as you called him up the stairs

he tastes like dove and fresh regrets
but his hands fall in all the right places,
sins left all over the floor

sailing out to sea
skin glistening in the sunlight for the last time
the water devours you like a delicacy, slowly fills your lungs

break down, fever thoughts spilling out of you, try/succeed, love/unconditional, rinse/repeat

Jack Parsons

Beyond it, moving through the cosmos unbounded,
Test it with a few vinegar phrases, but those wounds have been healed now for ages,
what’s your motive anyhow? we’re just strangers with a familiar sense of each other’s coding,
How much progress occurs by way of quiet judgement?
Fuck it. We’re all hypocrites, but try to feel it,
Can’t relate? Well that’s alright,
just sit steady while the angel launches.

Insatiable

r a w l u s t
drinking in wine and heat
and oxygen

gnawing at the insides, propagating til it’s slipping out through every crevice
selfish, all encompasing,
r a g i n g d e s i r e

molten lava
bursting
cooling
hardening into
new land
new wants
new thoughts
same old mistakes bathed in
new light

laughing from the bridge at drowned insecurities
everything in technicolor for the first time

is it wrong to want to feel alive?

hands tied, legs free.

Before/After

Flesh
red hot to the touch

eyes, lips, fingertips consuming every square inch of new territory

fears ringing through bone

swimming in stomach acid

wildest fantasies realized

convinced “the right thing” doesn’t exist

convinced it’s all ever just been bullshit

wrapped in plastic with a bow on it

evolved

progressed

soul freed

now what?

Gravitas

Sometimes looking back

you get livid with yourself

for being angry/pathetic/vulnerable when you shouldn’t have been

the permanence of the past rapping at the chamber door to your soul

find solace in the fact that while the past is permanent

the past has passed

San Francisco

Cool clean air and remnants of the past line the avenues.

Cafés on every other corner, magic spent with a love that’s true.

Loves, lives long lost – extinct.

Enveloped in the winding hills,

Entranced by hazy blue skies,

Could use another week (a month, a year) away,

Lost in the city by the bay.