Carnival in Louis Armstrong park

This feels like perhaps it

Should be significant or

Could be or

The jazz wheel in

The treme

Is something literary

God am I fucking

Inadequate

This maybe is what

It's like to lose one's mind

To speak in the royal we

Like you're a surrogate

Or a petri dish

I'm so terrified

Of the trappings of

Precision

I don't know if I'm

Laughing or crying or

Why I can't be the Cardinal

Why I can rent horses

On Macinac or why

It's so perturbing to be

Grandiose and all

My problems find their

Solution here with

Your head in my lap

Looking out across

The marbled bricks

Raindrops fall like

Dappled slugs I am

Reaching for excuses to use

The treme

A place on television

If someone found me

I hope they'd stage my death

As holding more intrigue

They'd hang me up

Like strange fruit

And pluck me

For some strange purpose

All I can think about is you

All I can think about is being

You

Dixieland.