On the road to St. Gabriel

                     The highest concentration of makers and dumpers
                     Of toxic chemicals in the country,   and seventh on the planet
                          known locally and globally as Cancer Alley

Described herself as a shy Bible-reading woman

          That one, don’t make me laugh

I tell you what she knows now, she knows
          le ciel est, par-dessus le toit

She knows NOTHING AND NO ONE IS BAD FOREVER

An old lover punched out a wall for a window, in architecture
          this is known as a dream hole

On furlough        contemplate the grasses
          don’t blink        don’t miss nothing

He would finish his pie later he said, in all sincerity, over his last meal:
          poboy        fries        drink

A rattlesnake can bite up to sixty minutes after being decapitated
          that’s how long its reflexes remain functional

          He did not say Let’s Do It
          He said Dominus vobiscum

Lingers the implication that Gilmore’s father
          was the bastard son of Houdini

There will come a time that he will move; he will have to move, and it is his
          movement that will be his undoing, said Castlbury

          My ode to the double negative

          Hell yes it’s bitter, every bit of it bitter

                    Et cum spiritu tuo