words for April

in honor of poetry in New Orleans


a festival
of poetry
and crawfish
slam no slack image
riot
sound performance
of melody
syntax
or a walk
in the bayou

once I saw an alligator
and dreamt of poetry
a wildflower
iris in the swamp
dragonflies
and tiny lizards

remind me, like
when a single line
at once, disarms
a refrain of syllabic
shattered mystique
occupies

"what dark phantoms
creep in the underbelly
of your dream?"

throw back some oysters
beer etc
excess
win the lottery until
the underbelly turns
out, out of step
unrestrained



*quote from Michael 'Quess?' Moore's "America, what's in your name?"