Goodbye Mardi Gras

Tonight is the calmness,

But in peace we won't sleep,

excitement in the air,

it is felt through the street,

I lie through the night,

with tomorrow on my mind,

But too excited to sleep

I peek through

My window blinds,

I witness a scene

so silent, and pure,

corridors empty,

no feet to make sound,

it's cloudy in the sky

no stars shining down,

the temperature is low

it's cold and it's gloomy,

I lift up the window,

to be engulfed in the scene,

to admire the fresh air,

and look forward to the screams,

I imagine the streets

packed

with social imageries,

with dancers, and smiles,

and a lot less enemies,

so happy

that what to wear

is what comes

to my mind next,

Black boots, blue jeans,

And fur coat is then set,

and then i drift

back into the scene

in my mind,

where the streets are packed

with tourism and attraction,

fun conversations,

and lively interaction,

Where music

plays loud,

And drums beat with ease

Mesmerized by the moment

As I inhale the cool

Breeze,

colorful clothing,

and assortment of array,

where I will waste

no time

when I say kiss me today,

the day that prepares for

the christian season of lent,

a passionate desire

for cloud 9

heaven scent,

Hunduran with

snow boots,

the masquerade queen,

furnished with fur coat

with eyes of a dream,

Saying good bye to winter,

and bringing in spring,

kissing me with lips

of lip gloss so sheen,

beginning on epiphany,

or a day right behind,

french for fat tuesday,

or shrove in tradition,

wearing masks and costumes,

a social convention,

dancing, sports

competitions, and parades,

It is a season of balls,

some of them masquerade,

and king cake parties

with purple, green, and gold flurrying,

And the wonderful smell

of gumbo stew steady roaring,

carnival krewes

toss throws to the crowds,

strings of plastic color beads, as they all scream loud,

doubloons are tossed

which are dollar-sized coins,

along with decorated throw cups,

and small inexpensive toys,

Mardi gras parade

zulu, and rex, are social clubs,

Flambeau carriers get tossed coins to succeed,

powered by naphtha

so that they can proceed,

Free spirited women

flashing breasts to get beads,

Zulu coconut

handed down throughout crowds,

the most sought after gift,

painted gold to give a smile,

tourists embrace

the activities

on Bourbon Street,

and French Quarter

Which are neglected

by parades, because of

narrow streets, and obstructions,

Now uptown, and mid-city

are where parades take hold,

And follow a route

along St. Charles,

and the street of the canal,

painted faces, and bodies,

with masks to cover the contour,

Different color floats,

purple, gold, and green,

for I can not wait

to be apart of that scene,

That scene is in

many places, from mobile,

to Rio de Janeiro in Brazil,

Where trinkets, candy, cookies

and beads

are tossed to the crowd,

as if to be in pure need,

And roses, panties, frisbees,

and pies,

are all heaven scent,

a pure gift from the skies,

it will all end on the

wednesday of ash,

Good bye mardi gras season

as the streets are left with

the trash

Jason Lamorris Rivers © 2010