III. New OrleansA Poem by Dana AlsamsamFrom my series "World Vision" in which I address a poem to every destination I've visited.
Cafe Aulait and beignets seduce
Into a burnt orange date with Psychic Maria. The couple laughs as they exit Through bronze arches, forgetting Their fortunes and joining the debauchery. They dance- steamy, fingers drawing A swing rhythm on the small of each others backs. Kismet couples mistake Jazz Bar smoke And crawfish for romance. I hope For their sake they attach themselves By the neck with Mardi Gras beads Before they realize they're merely a painting labored over by a starving artist- Image sold for far less than it's worth. Sweet, silvery saxaphones seep blues and waltz with my synapses to keep me On bourbon street forever. Create pockets Of mental silence in the loudest town I've ever tasted. Spring break Can only fit so much in its mouth. I pass a shirtless stripper. She goes home At night and her fishnet stockings leave A fragmented checkerboard on the inside Of her thighs- a prettier sight Than the bruises she carries like flowers, Pretending they were given to her by a lover. I realize That romance blooms best, rose petal bruises, Between the cracks of a decrepit sidewalk.
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StatsAuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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