perhaps its unthinkable, but i don't party now,
not after new orleans, it will never be like it was
there. And good friends full of cheer, all over,
in your little or big cities, none of them can take
on the Big Easy, and i've finally realized
chasing that first party, that first bender, that
end all be all revelry in the beautifully grotesque
swell of the southern human landscape, held captive
by hurricanes, and alligators, is truly folly, and not in a good way even.