I wrote this the morning after fat Tuesday extremely hungover In New Orleans. I dont think its very good but possibly interesting. That was the roughest drive home ever.
Sunlight cuts chipped paint
on old walls like baking soda
new orleans is still somber
in their restless sleep
the air seems clearer
brighter
I am off my circadian rhythm
there were more children than I thought
I'm convinced I'm not an alcoholic
dirty muddy water
ponchatrain calls my name
gives me opinions
I want all and none for a while
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