Lynyrd on the Levee
Krypton calcified in the antithesis of historical faces
Seated around a periodic round table
Like hurricane shifting monoliths of what was
West Bank to East Bank to
No Bank
North of Lake Pontchartrain in the belly of Bizzaro
Ponchatoula
Digested enzymes melting a metabolic man
Amnesia concussed blanketing recollections
That however trivial I once had a kingdom
Flagged as my fiefdom in beggar’s red cloaks strung to the
pole
Half mast and drenched in Dixie, uptown bending Mississippi
The ferry is full, broke and shredded pockets for the toll
No one here would recognize her or my former in-laws
Like a back channel radio signal out of frequency
That buzzes in my Yankee-lake ears everyday
Vagabond estranged in the Fricassee of the filth-mange
Lies parade like any other Tuesday for the lost art of
reciprocation
Pay me a decade later in a semblance of satisfaction
That decency has a post-destruction benefit in this desolate apocalyptic Bible Buckle
Bear this snatch dragon’s maw halitosis in the air fogging
up my mornings
Incapable of flying out of here in all this green glow drain
down
I remember life in New
Orleans, imperfect, but home
Reminiscent destruction of loyalty like a broken slave
collar
Self manufactured in a wife’s free time to demagnetize the
polarity of
Arctic and Antarctic, as if
Polar Bears and Penguins have ever met
Outside alien-home Orlando Sea World’s
I want attraction back from this zombie army of metronomes
Beating at my gates to ignore me with spades to dig and to
shiv
This prison cemetery reaper of scythes and shovels, I am
betrothed
To the ghost of a choice haunting these sites of Skynrd on a
Gretna Fest stage
Superdome beaming across the River’s sweet malaise
I am zero nowhere in a free-bird’s cage crying for my sweet
home
Dead to punctuation marks, who needs grammar when no one is
reading
Lynryd is using the troops for a money grab, plane crashed
on the illusions
Faith in nationality and I am officially an illegal
immigrant
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