I'm home I'm home I'm home. Back to the daily grind.
It's amazing how much one little thing can turn your whole day around, you know?
New Orleans was wonderful. I wrote a poem on the last night. Here you go.
Somehow we now call this place home,
After ten sunrises and nine sunsets.
Through boarded up windows and
Peeling paint,
We create lives of the families
That once lived in 2005
Run out by a single wave
That covered the down
Destroyed the town
Broke the heart
And tore apart the town.
Piecing constellations
And configuring words within the graffiti,
We run down St. Charles
Like we own this fucking town,
Writing by starlight
And the sequenced blue flashes of police cars,
I realize this town is brought together
Not by boundaries,
But by art.
The creative voices of the people,
Black or white;
We're done with this fight
And all we have is firelight
Flickering through the crying windows
Of a burning home,
Branded by that familiar X.
9-16, 1 dog, 3 people,
And a jumble of letters
That is supposed to stand for
The people that brought us apart,
Scarring buildings
While my ears ring from
Who dat said they gon' beat the Saints?
ahem.
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