Champs-Elysee

An imaginary romp through faux-Paris

"Champs-Elysée"

 

If Sunday is sacred

And Saturday a sacrilege

Then give me my Saturday nights -

I have never placed my faith

In the Faith anyways

But rather in discothèques,

The reverberating bass beat,

The sweat-sheen sleekness of skin

As it's bared under thick neon lights.

 

If daytime is for penance

And darkfall brings effrontery

Then give me the thick of the night -

For I'll take my chances with

Those icoclasts and vampyri

Down in the Catacombes,

The unrepentant virtuosos

Whose galas recast Pars in something

Other than the Eiffel Towel's lights.

 

If the Rive Gauche is science

And the Rive Haute religion

Then I'll float down the Seine every time -

For I can find magic in both worlds,

The blooming quietus of a star

As it detonates in supernova,

The way the rain on the visages

Of the statuary at Notre Dame look

Like tears in the morning half-light.

 

Reviews

[Bear]

OMG! This is a glorious write! I enjoyed the journey you took me upon! Thanks for taking me along to places I've not been.