A Postcard From New Orleans

A Postcard From New Orleans short poem

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An indecipherable cause
brought us here
may as well blame the overwhelming
stink of bacon in the building lobby,
that day I decided, my future
didn’t contain forty years of accountancy
unquiet stomach, unquiet mind

Thus all ships sail,
even those small gray boats
with mossy tholes,
which you claimed acquaintance
an early life of fishing for sustenance
the only sport involved
pissing over the side
bonus points for avoiding capsize
and getting no splinters

we met in a city we escaped into,
afraid of the dialect
our lips tasting of foreign spices
sitting at adjoining tables
two weeks running
feet tapping to klezmer music
neither knew existed,
lubricating our loneliness
by surrendering to the musicians’ passion

would you be surprised
to find our stroll after that second night
was the best night of my life
like walking through coral caves
viewing fish of every stripe
all of them singing
happy to see a mismatched set
of bookends such as we were,
fated to have less than three hours
to remember each other
and a single kiss before
becoming perfect memories

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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