In the town of New Orleans

The eruption of a volcanic
satanic
operatic
pause.
a Faustian deal made
three devils
kidneys, displayed
heat, on a babies sheet
talcum powder
cheeks.
We cried on the new Orleans street
death marched in
with the sin and cause
with the trombone because
we never wanted horns to play better
the leading lady dressed in black and lace
without a trace of mourning
dawn
double bass
Im dead and glad i am in
the glass case coffin, laughin
shiftin amongst the spiritual cacophony
after the last plane of time symphony
oh when the saints go marching in
i pass onto the after life
and see my family kicking high heels behind me
dressed in noir and night times stars
saxophone, rang, i answered
hello, glad you are there
a thousand light year stare
yet the crab claws are gonna grab me
and deliver
shiver moma
look over me, im down stairs
let it loose
hullaballo
let it loose
and i will catch you on the flip side of life
i lived as an infant
i grew up in my teens
i existed amongst the gutters
in the town of New Orleans.