Who Dat?

Thoughts in the head

gotta get on paper
free this soul

Who Dat?

Brass Gumbo Beauties

all the spirits of my past
family ain’t no family no more

Who Dat?

Bucket full of shells

sweet smelling breath
holes in my stomach and holes in my blues

Who Dat?

Who I is

who I could be
who is who I try to be

Who Dat?

Who dat there tryin’ to
escape from this flesh?

af

(written in little notebook in retrospect)

It ain’t the yuppie of The Angels;
No show and flash of Chi-Town;
Or the wall st drudge of New Amsterdam…

This town don’t cater to us;
We cater to the town:

The black dude shakes
the aggressor’s hand
The white dude
stands
ready to fight
Jesus watches over us all in the square;
The ghosts giggle down the alleys;
Voodoo is the religion
and no one gives a damn about any rules.

Life all is only what it is
and when it’s not
well
ya always got those horns blowin’…

af

(written in the middle of the night in the middle of the french quarter)

Rule Number One
Bartender is
Always
Right

Rule
Number Two
Fuck Jimmy Buffett

Rule Number Three
Hot sauce
Bubba’s
on everything
from seafood gumbo
to red beans rice ‘n’ fried chicken

“You here, ain’t you?
Then be here…
Welcome to the real world, son.”

And,
most importantly:

Rule Number
Four

You
Can’t Drink All Day
If
You
Don’t Start In The Morning!

“No storm ain’t gunna
blow us
away…
not anymore.”

af

(written night two at Coops)

Jambalaya
Blown brass
Beer and blasting hot sauce burning my guts
…this shit’s hot!

My brain is bleeding

Free drinks for all
the bartender announces

“I don’t make shit that kills people…
I make the shit that is responsible
for you not speaking fucking Japanese right now.”
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I stand here listening to leaves falling

one by one

I hear the wind detach them

I hear their flight this evening
floating to the ground
uninterrupted

This calm evening, alone
I hear a raindrop’s footstep on crisp leaves

I keep my eyes straight
the rest of my senses open
meditating, listening
to leaves in the Fall
doing just that
in these sacred woods

af

(written in little notebook, noticing now what I never noticed before)

Let it go.

Just let it go.

It is what everyone keeps saying to me,

Move On.

“I am exhausted.”

I am tired of this conversation.

But I never understood
Still cannot understand

Why is it so bad to disprove a point
when the point being made
is wrong?

Why do people insist on idiocy
and I must be the bigger person?

but when I insist on truth
all I hear from rolled eyes and annoyed voices is

Let It Go.

Just let it go, dude…

Stop being annoying

And Fucking Get Over It!

af

(written in little notebook thoroughly confused)

All over humanity, all the time
people discuss laws and rules as if
they are cement pillars created by nature…
but only humans make concrete.

It is amusing overhearing discussions over the
complexities and loopholes of a particular piece
of legislation because cracking the code on
intentional convoluted language
does nothing to improve the condition of
human beings as human beings;
All it does is make clearer the elemental place in society
that humans may be permitted to live in under permission
granted only by other humans and never by
nature or god itself.

A life might be saved (or ended) by such imaginary details,
true,
but a law does nothing for life itself…

This is an important detail this species of animal
should no longer ignore.

af

(written with pen on paper)