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