MONUMENT

#6

I Left Part Myself in New Orleans

I left part myself in New Orleans
Extracted with sweat and stomped down with heels
It's spread in the cracks of centennial streets.
Don't expect I'll ever be missed. Or will I?
By one person at least?

How to recover that missing part?
Move in a year, launch a techno club?
Will the watery air soften up machine sound?
Let the sonar embrace me; and murmuring waves
Gently carry the suffering heart?

The wonder of wandering comes with a toll:
The shedding of skins as you're moving along.
Will stripping the layers uncover the core
Of soul's true essence? Or leave it in thirst
And fatally starved to the bones?

Those questions unanswered I'm back on my haul
Concrete above water is rushing me forward
The further I'm drifting in search of new calling,
For Hollywood South my longing is growing.
In NoLa a nomad, I'm no one no longer.