Don The Reader I Swallowed New Orleans
CLENCHING MY SPINE WITH THAT LAND MASS YOU CALL A FIST
LIKE PAVEMENT TO SAILING SHIPS
WITH DEPTH ENOUGH TO AUDIT
OBLIVIOUS TO ITS GENIUS
YOU ARE THE SLAVE (TO MY CATALYST)
I SWALLOWED NEW ORLEANS
CONSUMING YOUR DREAM MACHINES
WEATHER THE STORM
OBSERVED FROM AFAR THE PETTY ACCOMPLISHMENTS OF MAN
DECEIVED BY JUST A MOUTHFUL OF OCEAN
YOU ARE CONQUERED
SO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO MY VACANT SEA
