New Shit (It's been awhile.)

sometimes it crumbles
Katrina soaked rot
in swimming piles
of plaster
betraying
every molded brick
black with fester
each holding
the other up
beyond circumstance
believable
to tourist
in bliss

______

haunted

by the trees

of Chaparral

gone grey

and barren

and I wonder

what you see

as you watch me

dying

am I as faded

as I feel?

leaves falling

onto cracked earth?

or do you

recall me now

in the full bloom

when we fed

the ducks?

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