our photophobia:
evidence glows dark
with amber neon bellies-
up to tune furies
so sense-compelling
negro-lust our graves
and scat to-do
here
in New Orleans' cellar dank
we make dying embryo lights
do jazz wail
with impending night
then fear
it blue
swivel-flickers...
so blue
makes us
want to reach out
nurse Dizzy.