Pumpkin Parade
I grew up in New Orleans
Sometimes that made me want to kill myself
There was nothing there but
The Saints and Mardi Gras
The Mardi Gras shooting this year
Was blue and of another hue.
Why injure the innocent at a parade?
Why turn joy into an unhappy boy?
Frightening children with a nasty toy
When the headless horseman redeploys
Into a bean plant of soy
Ever so coy
The cries heard destroy
Flower Parade
Tulips and talent
Remember pain much longer
Roses and remedies find
The truest harmony
Carnations and cruelty leave
The deepest propensity
Daisies and Darwin
Open a mangled opportunity.
Pockmarked Parade
When I was 19
I loved the Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Beads and doubloons filled my pickets and
Hung from my neck
I was speed squared and
Nimbleness nuked
Today at 59 I lie in an electric bed
For 22 hours a day
I can hardly walk without a walker
Weep daily like the rock n' roll of Bill Hailey
I may not be able to drive a car
Or run again.
When I brew I want the hot stew
Not the present new
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