A Drop in the Bucket

His Holiness came to visit the Big Easy: a mixed race culture. He spoke to thousands: they lined up for hours to hear his message of peace. His smiling face shone on all those who assembled; what great energy! Practice compassion, be kind and giving to all: we are all the same. After it was […]

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No point in calling it

No point in calling it a cryin’ shame Suffering in darkness for want of a flame New boss or old boss, pretty much the same Only thing different is a brand new name No point in wallowing in might have beens Pretending enemies are long lost friends One signal receives, and the other sends The […]

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Isn’t That Something?

Haunted by a hurricane that made it clear who does and doesn’t matter; you learn to keep your mouth shut, though the beer you’re drinking tastes like muddy water; You’re told just pretend that nothing’s changed because illusions tend to shatter; don’t make a clatter. Suffer in silence. Listening to a government that makes it […]

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The Louisiana Post-Katrina Right Wing Blues

This used to be a quiet place northward from Baton Rouge, a sleepy set of boroughs where no one became confused; but now the world is changing thanks to Katrina’s deluge and Louisiana’s really learned the blues. It used to be there was a place to send off ne’er-do-wells, that deserved all our outcasts who […]

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Nobody Wants to Hear

I could be bitter about all this shit or at least, start to doubt a benevolent universe; whine on in rhyme about storm clouds and sunshine that doesn’t come out ‘cept to drink up the water. My angst could flower under its own power, give me at least something to call creativity, some kind of […]

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The Undertow

Halfway up to Shreveport driving to outrun the storm I knew somehow there’d be no going back. There was no sign yet of water and the breeze was soft and warm but the skyline in the rearview mirror was black. We had a hunch that morning we should go; thinking that we’d just be gone […]

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To Let New Orleans Die

There’s a hole in the levee where my city used to be and there’s talk of the future in the papers, on TV but the truth of the matter is quite obvious to see nothing’s gonna be the way it used to be Some still say that the water washed away some evil sin and […]

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