Swagazine #3

French Quarter New Orleans  by Lack of Sleep
    Red-velvety Feel

  the walking, in
   A friendly smile
   By what isn't really
   Not even a worry
  Jack straight
   No white horse around
   Down the hatch
   Watered down
    No matter as I
     Reassure
     That beauty is
     For it is
     Truth.
 'Tis yet another place
   That I could love
   It's red-velvety feel
    Drunken feel
    Like a glove.

   Red walls
   Old framed mirrors
   Red, green
   Lights as the music plays
   No place to dance
   The great feel stays
   For the clutter of noise
     Surrounds
     None the less
     I love this

     French Quarter New Orleans.

 

 

 


poetry

    
prose

Smooth as a shadow
Fireflies
Cat Poems
Coils
Darkness
  Nothing to be
Rubber Woman
White Walled Cell
French Quarter
One half
  Midnight Rant
Untitled
Melt me
Sex
    
Time Babe
Glue
A Story
Ram Nam

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