"Je t'adore Paris" part 1A Poem by Count Humilussilence of meGeometrical atrocities Fiction blares on loud speakers Frames stolen and the paintings left behind This car’s alignment is off, Pulls upward The owner should really get this fixed I brake for a pretty girl who looks familiar I get out and walk across Pont Des Artistes I jump into the water and swim to a houseboat named Balzac No one is home as I have been watching when this family will go on there annual ”grande vacance” I take a shower Put on foreign clothes Make myself a drink made of steam and gin I listen to the boats pass by I feel the rocking of this floating abode I listen to wind And I realize I am near my willow tree I put on another mans pea coat I walk barefoot The stars cutting my feet Sit under my tree Where I waited for her for so many years My companion My tree It must have grown so lush with all the lovers tears it burdens itself with I pat it on the bark Walk back to my flat and sleep until it’s dark © 2009 Count HumilusReviews
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Added on April 7, 2009 AuthorCount HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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