Anthony Bianco Poet Free verse

The Big Easy

There's nothing easy about living in the big easy.
Skinny dogs and two-legged spiders
Spinning violence down salty streets 
hurricanes drooling upon
below sea level hospitality///
once a year all the misery covered up
by whisky breasts and plastic beads.  

Chicken feet clawing their way out from purple corners. 
Rock faces eating crawdads and unfiltered cigarettes.
Puffs of blue smoke making love to Marie Laveau's ghost.
Onto the front porches of sweaty plantations
Into the black hearts of those magnificent jazzy tombstones.

Death is much easier than living in the big easy.
But not nearly as much fun.

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Jenna Logan November 8, 2022 at 1:56 AM Do you actually live in New Orleans? This reads like a passage from an old novel, but the last line is the city I know and love. Good writing.

Linda Alice Fowler August 27, 2022 at 7:12 PM As many natives would tell you. Nicely penned Anthony. Linda