Ambience or Ambiance...Which do you prefer?

“An old mouse that gets young blood, looks younger and functions younger in its brain.”

~Tony Wyss-Coray

We close in on ourselves; block upon block,

District, parish, arrondissement,

Outliers chasing eternal youth.

Just across streets of dive bars

Hot flash ooze over bodies,

A warm whiskey of gold sugared bourbon.

Listen mainline, standing in that corner

Strung out among the crowdsourced

In this sliver by the river cannery,

Row upon row of old mice are tempted

To run over your grey boots. Listen to Minerva...

Blood jet pouring, bled out in bywater.

Never cross your legs under a low table!

Blood jet verses keep her sabbath dalliance,

Dark wood, cobbled floors, thickened oxygen,

Bricks covered in peeling stucco ambience.

We need more people like you,

Background noise to tell us what we are not.

Normcore chasers of eternal youth,

Words tumble from Camp street,

Blinded before ornate fountains that drip center,

Hot flash burns over flambee cinnamon,

Champagne bottle boot shapers

Streamlined in the middle.

Candlelight works the painted party crowd,

Quartered and squared in a cachet of envy.

Old mouse scurry away, Frenchman to Marigny,

Hunting that elixir with the wisdom from a titaness.

Spiked heeled red soles wrap the barstool,

Crossing her legs under a high top,

Her words kill...

What’s the ingredients, you ask? younger plasma!

Love under crystal chandeliers and palm fans,

Blood jet... there’s just no stopping it.

That factor born fully grown, you can’t bathe in it

...this transfusion of rejuvenation. Little merry monarch

Overlooking city hall at Lafayette and St. Charles,

Galaxy Minerva begs to come out of the marble.

Art is imitation! Art is dangerous! Art is powerful!

What are we without it? The owl swoops up the mouse,

Scraped and reformed from the milieu down Ecclesiastical Square

lost on upper Magazine Street. Bayou cut out,

Vein ready for fresh plasma. Repairman of fallen sculpture,

We all become brothers under the laws of Minerva,

Blood that never loses its power with age.

Glassy loft view laboratory of paint chips and stone dust radiance,

Divinely inspired church of the younger, remember measure,

High above in this warehouse elevator of lust ambiance.

Which do you prefer?

Feel the heightening of rhetoric? Something’s coming...