Revel on the Pontchartrain

Let the Dionysian reign,

jazz staccato dreams bursting

beatifically within kinesthetic hearts.

Jack, I remember the carnivorous impulse

to devour the night and drink whole

the entirety of experience;

I slake myself deeply, elegiacally,

recalling the corrosive soul toll

extracted upon thee.

Ossified amidst illusory cantos,

forging messiahs for the pilgrim soul;

if only eternity were a capturable entity to be

bottled, distilled, and imbibed

within the minutia of flashbulb moments…

N’awlins birthed perspectives anew,

coaxed flames from the depths of dead space

through a totality of bayou immersions—

where waters of past and present turn brackish

in waves of saline epiphanies.

On the banks of thee time staves impossibility;

allures in its impermanence,

devastates in its rawness.