Thursday, October 29, 2009

N'Awlins Evening

N'Awlins Evening

drunk on five dollars worth
of blues and jazz

you sweat blood jasmine
eyes sting and focus

every ghost you've ever met
waits to pick your pocket

for the tenth time you think
this would be a good place

to die and spring roses
the devil simply winks

mama bree offers jambalaya
eyeballs replace shrimp

as you eat, you find yourself
humming a song about murder

sadness is a strong perfume
so is a smoking gun

***originally published in The Legendary


Written by : Derek Richards

After performing for years, as both a musician and poet, in and around the Boston area,
Derek Richards has recently decided to begin submitting his work for publication. So
far he has been accepted for publication in Ghoti Magazine, Lung, MediaVirus, Word Riot, Right Hand Pointing, Tinfoildresses, The Legendary, Breadcrumb Scabs, Shoots
and Vines, Cantaraville, Soundzine, The Centrifugal Eye, Strong Verse, Underground Voices, River Poets Journal and Halfway Down the Stairs. His poetry aims to be direct and honest, brilliant and lucrative. He is currently residing in Gloucester, Mass., happily engaged and cleaning windows for a living.