The Heat in New Orleans

gray0328

 

The air sticks like a cheap  

trick, clinging, suffocating,  

muting every conversation or  

thought. People shuffle slow  

as molasses spilled, thick  

heels dragging on broken  

sidewalks. The grocery run  

becomes a marathon, sweat  

salt-streaking every ambition.  

 

Ceilings fans mock the desperate,  

whirling lazy circles, stirring  

nothing but the stench of  

mildew and regret. A dog  

pants heavy on a porch, eyes  

half-shut, no dreams left vast  

enough to escape the dead  

weight of this swampy heat.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2026 04:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    good write my friend, enjoyed

  • Doggerel Dave

    I know it as humidity and it can be a killer - hasn't succeeded yet, but come close.
    Really felt that right through my pores.

    • gray0328

      Thanks for sharing your feedback Dave I appreciate it

    • sorenbarrett

      Vividly described in most poetic from with rhyme and near rhyme interspersed. A great flow and it left me feelin hot and sticky. Nicely done Gray

      • gray0328

        Thanks Soren

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome Gray

        • Friendship

          nicely done

          • gray0328

            Thank You

          • aDarkerMind

            a very impressive write,
            and one to fave for sure.

            • gray0328

              Thanks for sharing your feedback I appreciate it



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