FLeur de lis

FLeur de lis

FLeur de lis
lily of the valley
APrile 15 2013
perhaps the Jester is smiling
only on Mardis Gras all of the drinking is lying in the valley of the French Quarter
He carries his flower stick and smiles
Huge love
only in the City OF New Orleans
where love is always found
the Jesters thorny crown becomes the end of life is found
red beans and rice lemon aide is nice
a slice of Jesus with my life
a friend who acts like a friend is nice
coffee with a mourning looking at the fog covered the river the ole Mississippi is invisible and nice
the institution is of higher learning it takes one to knoe one more tick tock the old old clock is missing the hands seem to point in all directions at once like the cuckoo clock on the windows phone of a strang device
take some cover in the event of a North Korean Tantrum
do you still have a fall out shelter
radio nation radiation
Government Affirmative Action some iff not all will add a little interference
do you want them to sit behind you and see every thing you do do you want them able to correct you to force audio upon you to you like large groups of people marching to the musick perhaps life has been too good to you you must now never give upp do not allow those people to have the control you should have for yourself or just sit upon the book shelf they will wring you out like a wet sponge and place you back when they have read you like a book back eye say back into your nook wave to the crowd as they dance the drunk and sway away into the fog they play the Fleur de lis what do you say they play a flower it seems
impossible and yet is it the same the time it takes to say my namme the Jester waves the branches of the old eternal story of the FLeur de lis

 — at Canal Street.