Crescent City, in Passing

Our time together was too short,
My love.
I want to walk the streets
Of dead you lament,
When they yowl
At the pink moon.

And you can drown them
In music.
And you can drown them
In bourbon.
And you can drown them
In the wave overwhelming.

But their shades persist —
In irresistible
Hip-sway serenades
That —
Endless —
Pervade.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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