August Angst

Summer swelter of August stink
Dripping days of night sweat heat
Wafting ferment off the street
Sweet in my nose, in my balcony drink

August is not the best for me

When circus people come to town
Melts the face of the painted clown
The fire drink, I swallow down
Fade the parade and memories drown

Because August is not the best for me

Some make autumn’s early cool
Another day we could have too
But Katrina meant to cast voodoo
Rolled up our streets, and Bourbon blew

That August was not the best for me

Rock bottom would have been that year
In tattered shreds our town so dear
But worse yet came my biggest fear
The August that you left me here

And August will never be good for me


NaPoWriMo Day 4:  Today’s challenge is to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.  Today I’m writing about my friend Jay from his partner’s point of view.  Jay was a long time New Orleans resident character who passed away last August. He was a circus man, a writer, a Guest House owner and a good friend.  I miss you Jay.  Jay Bourgoyne

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