Louisiana Fog
The Moisture is thick in this shit hole town i can vaguely see the neighbor's porch waiting for the sun to climb the pines and burn all this horrible Louisiana moisture away a pink glow is above the swamp and pines Moisture i inhale my cigarette smoke then exhale Moisture and smoke waiting thinking to myself “how can anybody with emphysema or COPD live ‘in’ or ‘with’ this shit” slowly a pinkish orange gets brighter and brighter… the sun is rising up the trees near the top of ‘em the birds are chirping a song of freedom and I sit comfortably numb in this shitty fog inhaling smoke and Moisture
Seagulls are flying above i listen
finally the sun peaked above the pines and shines beautifully amazing and wonderful through the Moisture the warmth touches me with love and peaceful serenity and the Louisiana fog is too thick to burn up now.