Ode To The Floridian Midnight Poem by luke holt

clear cunning as streets sizzle with passion
beyond molten sand and smoldering protons
past the negro yards
past the opal moonbeams which infatuate stars
wine and Courvoisier flows like the languid bile of the everglades
fan boats gallivanting about
Filled with Cajun shamans blooming in heat and tedium
O, impossible task of clarity!
i cry not
For your slumber
her eyes come up in thought like a bass will occasionally jump out of the bayou
or like a cheddar reptile will burst through the trees like a burlesque homosexual
i will not remember these thoughts tomorrow
the frequencies of the Floridian midnight are too vast
night will flourish in seeds of my cortex blushing
i will not weep now
but there's always tomorrow