another day in mcnawlins/ almost blue
despite the creative excitement as tunes, musicians, and so-called opportunities wash over me like waves, a dull ache settles in my chest. is it melancholy? is it the demons of past bipolarity? is it just another sign of goin-out-of-business-as-usual? the physical manifestations of unsettled skeletons and misfired synapses haunt me. visions of too many hospital beds and hospitable meds dance spastically like an overweight and over-fermented two-stepper at the maple leaf. though back home, i still feel homeless.
despite irregular scheduled missals of the color blog and IM’s, PM’s, and semi-regular BM’s, i still am not at peace. recent excursions to los angeles (and now to boston) only emphasize the out-of-sorted-ness of life here post-k. a house is not a home. my city is a park. mcnawlins is a burger-short in its disorder. mayor mccheese has been abdicated by the hamburglar. the not-so-happy meal is the daily special. the golden arches have fallen with no support “hos” in sight. shall i paint on a grimace?
i don’t want fries… i want levees… better still i want my life, a life, any sign of life.. i’m tired of the post-apocalyptic feel here… like a bad charlatan heston flick bound never to be issued on DVD (can you say NUMBER ONE?).
my golden arches are almost blue
ph “freddy” fred
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September 18th, 2008 at 10:30 am
Darlin’,
We are back in our house, but I have the same feelings as you do. I’m worn out from this poop.
September 18th, 2008 at 11:09 am
i know what you mean. there is an intense air of sadness over the city especially post-gustav. i can’t shake it and my friends can’t shake it and it wears us all out. maybe the change in the weather will help but so far, i’m still feeling fucking blue.
September 18th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
I think that the earliest relief we can expect is the great exhalation at the end of Hurricane Season. At east as long as there is no HUrricane Alpha/Omega on the charts like in ‘05.
New Orleans is Marley’s Ghost.