Poetry by Matthew Nolan
Jackson Square
Mardi Gras string bead bustling Jackson Square,
musical weary artistic soul,
hungry souls in seamless dress
Starry travelers from the Cathedral Mother,
me on a black bench facing her,
pen poised I sit here with pigeons
Tap dancers in the rays of a fire sun,
to live in the easy energy
of the hippidy clop of a carriage ride,
a street performer’s drum,
the photograph of a tourist capturing me and the lines of
paintings strung along the black iron fence behind me,
in an easy magical stride of subtle voodoo payback
and hopeful psychic fortune telling
It nurtures my soul like sucking on a candy cane
Christmas morning, sad because it is over
The moon will settle below the Mississippi River.
Mother St. Louis Cathedral will put us all to sleep.
I will smear a tear
on my pillow page of ink.
To view more excerpts or to order Matthew Nolan’s book of poetry, prose, and journals Crumpled Paper Dolls: A New Orleans Poet please visit your local New Orleans bookstore or order directly at http://MatthewNolan.net/book.htm
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