coldness blows against me
coldness blows against me. it is mardi gras once again. a young boy performs
a magic show in front of the cathedral. a man plays saxophone on a bench. the
sky is cloudy. it will rain.
depressed. though i dont know why. yesterday. hearing the music in the
streets for the first time. such a long time. meeting new people once again.
i was happy. but new orleans has changed once again. and so have i. the
drop-in center is gone. [no, only moved]. a furniture gallery stands where
once the circle k. mydian has long been destroyed. flattened. nothing
remaining. the magick of that first time has disappeared. and i must search
to recreate it.
muse@musespace.com