I am a man
affixed to the median of traffic
Parading through
like fascist elephants
Marching over and
nearly crushing with each knee bend
The legs are like
spiders enumerated in duplicate
As if pillars of
perpetual motion
Assuring myself
that their metatarsals are targeting my cranium
Yet they track to
above, below, aside and
I stand staring
The wrinkled
elbows plummeting like fists
Hungry for my
decisiveness to remain static
Cross or stumble,
statuesque or crumble
The consciousness
is murder
I remember my New
Orleans
I see her riding
on a pachyderm in the distance
Float sixteen
flailing beads at the peasants and politicians
Do I shift to
catch or become a hobo?
Will I get thrown
like a beer bottle? gutter flotsam
Statistic to the
chicanery of coins and cold drinks
Bars and social
clubs, pleasure and poverty
The grand
beautiful-ugly blooming right in front of me
So I stand like a
rose bush seeing the fork of black petals
A sprout in
ghastly need of pruning back to the stem
To begin again;
afraid of the highway of regrowth
Excited and
tepid, admixed in the decrepit notion
That this pale
thorn extension rooted in this rural road
Is the truncation
in and of itself to subside in a murk
Of the number and
flavor of humans I will exert
This energy,
fertilized and pathologically galvanized
Into a mental
metal of inscrutable cows and bellows
At pastoral moons
in the cult of Dale Earnhardt, Jesus, and Tobey Keith kickass
or
Move like Miles
Davis
Smoking the
heroine of Coltrane to find jazz,
Almost, but not
Jellyroll or Marsalis, Rebirth or Fats
And death comes
in a second line of
Alligators,
donkeys, shrimp, Catahoula’s crawfishing backwards
Across the
neutral ground to hear the sounds of taking me away
Like two coins
for the ferryman across Styx to a promised land
Of what was, was
a past life, a memory invented to provide the vision
Of what is life
and what is a shadow, of where was bone and where was marrow
Sucked out and
hollow to see the substance of men valued
In what cannot be
seen standing firm when asked and then finding the
Strength of
denying complacency its currency
By finding the
strength of motion
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