HOT TEA

The gulf of mexico lets out

a loud “YELP” & it hangs

in the thick warm air

like a question

 

I could spend all my spent

in southern mississippi  & still

never wanna leave— 

          HOT TEA, 

               a titty sack,

                    all-you-can-eat

 

That time after dusk

when the sky is a deep backlit

blue (simmering) 

wanders easily through

 

At night the whole damn world

SHINES—flashes bright red— 

 & dances in wild tilt-a-whirl color

          them old boys

               on 38th

                    never miss a beat

 

This same song goes on&on&on:

haze-filled, fucked-up, carried-on

 & with all its sweaty dancing

alive