New Orleans Sequential

Scrap metal-paper - blank slated -
plants genuinely exploding happily through
only-creased-concrete. Parade -
parade; shining free business'
piled up with money - then littler
business' all lookings, like cardboard
half-peeled away- which we all know so well
and like these people lurking - beautiful though -
in dark-bars with

______________John Cleese socialism
in the windows - then mcdonalds - then
French gates: this place is historied like
imagined red ribbon, ripping - french
spanish french - cornrowed, photographed,
painted, keyhole ghosttoured, upside-down;

Shangaria Chasset; gates of mercy;
mango MANGO brew-pub pizza
daiquiri cocktails; pray for my soul
sweet-little-sailship! A little slip.

Hit from the side, then; slight in enormity:
a sheer marble slap; steps sat-upon
by a man black with a newspaper seat
to provide-protect from the shock-contact
the wealth of the place would provide -
or supply.

I am, of course, fine, but the world
is too tired to explain to you why.

__And then, walking home,
we are all mugged - by the night -
in the most beautiful, many-leaved way.

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__(analysis:)
Cut into this, like a slim pack of cards,
just as you knew, and you always know,
as it should be but isn't,
are the houses rowing away, slipping or shattered,
or bent with destruction; or halved;
ripped; ripped; ripped; ripped; ripped;
like blacks into reds,
as it should have been here but wasn't,
and all this leaning dangerously in
through the opening-windows of the tram-ride
this stuff - really just stuff - is away,
__I feel I am as guilty as the sea.