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a time for violence and revolution

that strange feeling that something changed last night pervades the square. last night. marching through the streets on a wild rampage. through bourbon. along royal. picking up more and more. it is three am. the police. before. around twelve. breaking up the crash worship show. while the opening bands. still playing. now. crash worship. others head a procession through the city. through french quarter.

people dancing. madly. feverishly. walking over cars. puppets through the streets. the drumming. whistles. whines. drinking. cheering. banging on street signs. houses. cars. gates. fences. rhythm. drums out of anything. as people march. banging on drums. others. leading through the streets. the golden painted man. as a woman runs through the crowd painting peoples faces blue. other faces are red. tourists. freaks. locals. all as one. marching through the streets.

as cop cars appear. trying to stop us. a mob. changing direction. going around cars. too many people. just one. two cannot match us. they stay in their cars. then. outside cafe brazil. so many cop cars. surrounding all streets. grabbing people with drums. arresting. the beat goes on as people clap. watch. defying the cops. as some get arrested. the defiance is there. but it slowly dies. as people back away. as the police take out their clubs.

slowly walking back to jackson square. as people are shuffled off the sidewalks. inside. by the cops. by cafe owners warned the cops are coming. declaring their own little martial law. and i walk back. saddened it didnt hit the boiling point. yet happy. proud the defiance was there. that it built. and lasted so long. came so close to that riot. war against the police. but someday. someday. (i wait).

[looking back i see that it was good things did not reach a boiling point. there is a time for violence and revolution and a time for fun. mardi gras day. early morning. this was a time for fun. though defiance was a part of it. it going beyond. to that point where it no longer becomes fun. but a fight for ones rights. not the time. the place. some other.]


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