Fat Tuesday is here
my Darlin Dear
Mardi Gras is here
It’s that time of year
yellow, purple, green aglow
The sounds clamoring
Fighting to outdo
each musical note
There we were dancing
Swaying to the beat of the
Floats the heat
Jazz music fills the streets
Down Canal street turning round to
cross over to Bourbon~
Take in each shot
Glass in hand
Other hand in yours
beads round our neck making music
of their own
Debris in the streets
Dancing in flight
Cheap trinkets flying
Dashing, fighting, grinding
Preemptively planned party
Your eyes two lights flaming bright
watching your sexy arm
Light your Marlboro
Smiles and giggles
Two jokes only we are in on
Blowing your smoke out
Between your sexy lips
I get close and kiss your lips
Playfully biting the lower one
Pass that joint don’t bogard
It’s high time for all
It’s this night we aim to please
Preemptively planned plight
Gonna party all damn night
Then some more
On each street corner
Stands a whore
Sodom and Gomorrah
What a life Darlin what sight
Pulling you closer
Let this night never be over never be done~
The entire world is watching
All the court jesters
All the clowns
Hey that’s a decent poison
Crown Royal over rocks
Splash of water barkeep please
Don’t be stingy now pour long don’t tease~
Walking don’t dare run
And then it fades
Till next year we preemptively plan again for this night~
Fat Tuesday Darlin Dear
I hear you whisper in my ear
As we float high above the rest
Preemptive plight party all night
We will do it again and again
Mardi Gras never ends~
Not for reproduction
That’s what they think
Washed out color
Long halls painted grey
Not a door insight
Ideas out of focus
Lack luster, incredulous
emotions …….Clawing away the life fingers scraping their nails jagged and bloody, threads unravelling.. like the sound of a chalk board being scratched.
That’s what stigma, bias does isolates you.
Yet I exist Wrapped inside this cocoon~
Generic and uncategorized yet longing to be labeled and in a category ~ oh wait, I am… I fall under stigma mental illness under my skin, unseen yet relentless in my mind there are millions of my kind.
One size fits all as long as that size is extra large as to swallow my frame,as well as yours.
Swallowing my existence whole~
And if I planned my exit, like long ago, would you leave rocks in my mailbox after midnight, While I take refuge in the safety of my room?
And would you weep? Would tears fall? Upon that grand exit.. Upon the great fall. Rocks in the mailbox after midnight is all….
I held your hand .. You extended it back. I wept at my stupidity you watched with curiosity. “What should I do?” That’s what I asked you.
Tapping your finger against your chin… “Hmmm”…was your response… “Lets see” and you looked down from my bed and stared blankly at me.
In the distance we heard the door close.. Our eyes they did meet, as we listened to heavy footsteps of the monster with whom I did sleep.
As accusation were spewed out the mouth of this man. And in my mind i can hear my heart cry….I don’t think I can take no more, I don’t think that I can. Not here, not with this man.
But he wouldn’t shut up, bulging eyes did he have… Looking like someone stark raving mad. But you kindly got up and followed him out…. Down those stairs to the floor down below, to fill your head with thoughts yet to know.
I stayed there in silence on the floor of my room. For he would not let me rest, no rest.. Antagonizing me.. Curses. Several hours later you left.
Sadly You left.
But come night…yes at midnight you see you gathered a rock maybe two maybe three. Must have been midnight. I could sense you. Yes I could feel you….
And I wonder as I sit here, sit here year after year.. If I found that exit I so often seek, I’ll leave no one here for my voice to speak. Will you find out? And when you do, will you weep ? Will my face haunt you in your sleep? And will rocks be left in the mailbox after midnight for the memory you will keep…even my door step….lay by my feet…or would you beg instead because my words ring in your head all those things you never ever said…..
……And would you weep? Would tears fall? Upon that grand exit.. Upon the great fall. Rocks in the mailbox after midnight is all….
Go to bed? Nah I was just going to dance naked under the moon light to gods of old to come and save my wretched soul.
My mouth of madness doth angel speak the mortal ties grow deathly weak.
The glare of moons glow sweeps over my skin
I’ll dance this dance like I’ll never dance again~
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