Gypsy Queens and New Orleans

Soft, luxuriant sounds,
something so mild it makes me high.
I can feel the heat and hear the slow
ocean waves.

The birds they sing, oh of
Gypsy Queens
and New Orleans.

I can feel those southern words
slower and softer than they were before.
A civil war between your brothers erupted.
On this soft southern beach.

Yet you could hear those children singin'
of Gypsy Queens
and New Orleans.

The swamps were empty, yet
full of life, we drank the night.
Started a fight in front of theater,
ended with friendship and another beer.

We sang loud as we pleased
of soft, simpering, sweet Gypsy Queens,
and the treachery of New Orleans.

The Voodoo Hoodoo women held there ground,
I wasn't weary of them, we come from the same thread.
But my companions were less daring,
They left me to go dance under water.

If you listen in the bayous you can
hear them still, ghostly voices talking
of lewd women and a town drowned.

Reviews

[Michael X]

I really enjoyed the sassy rhythm and the beat, the scenery of a backwoods bayou plays out lively, sounds high and low of the ocean, singin, drinkin is
the spirit of New Orleans. I cant wait to read this poem again.