i will ride my bicycle to new orleans

and bring king
and convene dream.
nightmares of
fleets of humvees
surge and swell
over deserts and
wetlands alike
if the price is right.
despite erosion,
still waters and
low pressure let
powers that be
engulf those with
n.o voice-
raise capacities,
flood markets.
feel the jazz as
it lifts boats and notes
up to ninth feat
leaving behind
mold and landgrabbers.
poor planning breach
obstacles with n.o
upward mobility.
we can see u.s
so clearly now
like when a
doctor gives
the supected,
ignored, mostest
feared prognosis
and through
circumstances caustic
it becomes diagnostic.
a gallon of gas
costs more cash
than the fee- uhm, uh...
fare for the
bus that forever not
left the fucking
parking lot.
and still when
our blood dries up
and our breath
doesn't gust,
us now most deeply
forever n.o
what is known now
from you, thank you.
n.o, thank you.

Petals (look at you)

your hair,
love me ease,
love me knots-
framed visage,
framed lips'-
concentricity,
the bullseye-
the flower
i knew i knew
was, but had
not envisioned
the bloom
that now
is so soon...