Louisiana Humid Crush

Here's the first poem that I wrote in Louisiana (May 11, 2007).  I will soon post the video that Kai took of my doing it live in a jazz club (not as part of the band unfortunately) to the rhythm of the music.  

Louisiana Humid Crush

Warm wet bush and deadly cold moccasin

Blue cloud banks towering above pine forests, willow swamps and open marshes

i am sent out of cold conditioned air into wild plumes of heavy draft and birdsong

Sticky breezes carry powdered sugar  through French doors and Spanish calles

Plastic cup gets passed from tap to hand to grass, 

Southern waste tempered by wild chorus in mid-street brass band's wake.