Upon Reflection

You can’t really say you’ve lived in New Orleans until you’ve seen yourself through the haze of a bathroom mirror, drunk at 2 am, tired, sick, and lonely, but still completely in love. “As long as I keep drinking” you address your bloodshot eyes, “New Orleans will never die.”

Louisiana Summer

The familiar feeling of waking up stiff, still a little drunk, still a little angry, but detached now, like it was all last night because it was, barely, though just enough to venture opening your eyes in your truck, in your driveway, with the sun, already too high, glaring in …

Kids These Days

All the kids these days have suburban dreams or else want to live in Brooklyn they want status symbols and creature comforts and the best of everything for a price that can’t be beat they want artisanal happiness in attractive packaging designed by someone they’d maybe like to be or …

Common Language

There’s some kid in this bar making faces as he tells his story i can’t hear a word he speaks But I know exactly what he’s saying. He makes the gestures of our homogenous culture; I can name the movie actor he got that chin angle from, I know what …

Golden Meadow

House painter ain’t much of a title but its an onshore job in an offshore world where the pay may be better but the hours suck: 14 and 7 means you don’t get out to the peace of the marsh or anywhere else but a few times a month plus …

Subway Song

Out for the day Drinking from bar to bar Followed, hell, haunted By familiar snippets Of forgotten favorite songs. but its not in the bars or the restaurants or the commerce-crammed stores where I come face to face with the force of remembered melody it is underground in the soot …

Waste

There is an old mattress, slumped on the street corner, like a dead man, propped on a garbage can. It reminds me how much I waste. It reminds me of the ocean of trash rippling with the refuse dropped from my busy hands. It reminds me of the house looming …