Poetry

A Mutual Love Between Cities

Momentum rests in

New Orleans, Bobby Or Canadiana, Jazz

Construction of a childhood fueled independent

Lagging in the city last traveled to

Or by train where we’d sit to kill time in slumber

Dreaming of crushed ice in beer cups, glamorized Jamaican tripping

Dodos died when we spent good times fucking

Before bickering children spat fucks and shits 

To mom and dad eating waffles 

In the lustrous sounds of New Orleans 

I blindly walked into the amazon

jesus lizards and anacondas crossed my path 

pushing pavement off my radar.

Therefore:

We love the city like loneliness

where noise is replaced with comfort and security. 

Trees branch over my dry cracked head 

(I’m an alien, I’m obscene)

letting heaps of water wash away my thoughts.

Trying to be tranquil in someone else’s home,

weeping in silk blue cloth, 

waiting for my joyful memories to succumb me; 

and the thoughts of you to subside 

Unforgettable you, 

tickle me in your sleep roll over on your left side

tickle my thoughts with light demeanor and bland expression

tease me with pain, tease me with pleasure.

Watch the sun fall into the arms of a field 

watch the moon rise into the warmth of your grip,

Holding me tightly as time drifts.

We are old now

Weaving pieces of our past into brain matter

yesterday we questioned our fictional pursuit 

We are old now

Wrinkles kiss each other like plush wet lips 

gentle smiles speak softly for our whispering love

We are old now

Rocking smoothly in my arms 

darling hairs of striking grey bringing blush to my sweet cheeks 

thinning arms wrap my body 

We are;

in this city

deepening my voice in desire, heart pulsing miles jumped by giants

I hear a soft shock from snowfall and a loud drop of your conscience

Lover wanted no transgression

I fight her life with fat aggression

Passion tucked under my pillow wallows at your height 

(I cum to 7 feet and cry at 4)

Sweeping mischief hiding in the cracks out my window, 

crumbling on the heads of pedestrians

Being slandered by stares and killed by cars

After exercising the pea of a mind 

winding itself into overthought 

Sit blindly watching with routine or sense memory

I see the streets fill with whole souls

which carry burdens swallowing mine in seconds

I laugh at souls cowering at violent sounds

and crawling from brutal screams 

of joy

They mistrust me and each other

and they work in buildings

fueled by dulled out testy planners 

with setbacks big enough for parks 

And saggy faces like a never standing ass 

Whip up energy with our fetish for famine

In this city we

Conquer love with tired fear, 

sweat with sour sighs

heartbreak with false hope

passion with creation

age with acceptance.