INsIde II

This voice is inside my head
and it is screaming
so loud
trying
so hard
to get out
to break out
to break
my head
is splitting
into two
my brain is pulsing
with each heart beat
faster
faster
more
more
bigger
bigger
threatening to expose itself
to break the skin
crack the bone beneath
and blossom
an ugly purple orchid organ
vomiting
from the shell
no
it does not at all bode well.

 

I miss

I miss
so bad
that I can taste it
if I bite my tongue
hard enough
I can taste it in my blood
it flows like music
up into me
and through me
soft
gentle
deep

deep
warm

deep
womb

deep
south

I miss
Crescent Bends
the way the sounds of the street
blends
with horse shoe cadence
the smell of these friends
coffee fresh and chicory kissed
flour fried into a pillow
delicate snow sugar misted
 I miss
Rain singin', slipin', spillin' on cobblestones
melted brown sugar, molasseses and pecans
I miss
broiled crawfish, crab, shrimp
and the songs
painful
sweet
that get between your knees
and then crash into your feet

I miss
yellow
purple
and green
the way the street lights danced off of a trombone
a bright golden sheen
I miss
I miss
New Orleans