My Side of Crescent City
I live in a world of heights
where the first thing I see
is the ground.
Preservation Hall swings
and swings around
in this dizzying
Holy Crescent City.
Mr. Smith puts down his trumpet
and takes pity
and sings directly for me
to calm down.
The masks in this town
stretch far beneath
one’s eyes,
far beyond
goodbyes.
But Mr. Johnson trills on...
Thrills on his sax
and worsens my attacks.
Why did I act
on my own?
Deprave,
I am drowned.
I live in a world of heights,
where the first thing I crave
is the ground.










