Murder at the Port-of-Call, French Quarter, New Orleans (1986)

Posted: October 28, 2011 in Uncategorized
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Murder at the Port-of-Call,

            French Quarter, New Orleans

                                    1986

 

 

speak               the ocean roars

louder than your plankton screams

swift as the devil’s lies

gnawing at your bones

eaten by the soles of wrath

that smothered gravy dreams

consuming all that crossed

its heinous path

all blackness in numbers

two-by-fours of

hardwood vigilantes

one glass of whiskey drips

with abandoned saliva

a guitar note begins erosion

from a B-flat explosion

no one took dimes      no missing credit cards

listen as death howls the blues

only your teeth were recognizable

on the scarlet floor

all because you innocently wore

someone’s favorite kind

            of Tennis-Shoes.

~ ~

© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf

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Comments
  1. Susan my sweet loyal friend.. girl I love this.. all because of the tennis shoes.. You are such a strong and wonderful poet. You have taught me so much my friend. God Bless you.. He has blessed me with all the many blessings HE gave me when HE gave me you as a friend.
    Love you.. Debbie

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