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Perchance, Perchance...
On a hazy, lazy afternoon…
We could lay-low on the Sphinx’s toe
We could have tea on the Baltic Sea
We could fly kites & ride whales
Or make dark light & grow tails
Breathing through our eyes
Living all 9 lives
Turning into stones
F*cking without bones
Strolling in the dark, on empty rainy streets
Groping in the park & quoting good ol’ Yeats
Burning down a bank
Firing flowers from a tank
Dancing on Jupiter’s rings
Crowning Jesters, jesting Kings
But perchance, perchance, We went to France…
We could throw flour!
From the…. Eiffel Tower? !
But it wouldn’t go to waste –
The rain would make a paste
Because “it always pours the first day”
(As Sabrina would say)
We’d make a hollow statue of Apollo
With the papier-mâché
We could spend the day inside the Louvre
Exploring its treasures
We could spend the night at Ferrer’s
Drinking in the absinthian pleasures
Paint our faces,
go downtown, & mimic a Mime,
ask people if they'd
like to make out with murder!
& Dance with the dead?
Trust your gut, like Von Herder
(The experience’s sublime!)
Or maybe just read our chapbooks instead! ?
We can go back in time,
& fight at vimy ridge!
We would never be quiet -
Start fires & riots
With all the anarchist kids!
Tread stone cobbled streets
Eat Artisan baguette
Carousing with beats
Smoking Hashish cigarettes
Waste away
In a Parisian café
Ride royal racehorses
Through a tame tepid town
Shouting “We’re armed literary forces! ”
Making older folks frown
They’d scowl & growl “C’est fou! C’est fou! ”
While wagging fingers at me & U!
Visit Moulin Rouge
For the gaudy bawdy views!
Enjoy the cabaret
But leave halfway-thru
Lured by a green faery
To wander the cemetery
Lie next to Wilde & Morrison!
Visit Moliere & Chopin!
Stand beside Piaf! Proust! & Bizet!
In ‘Le Père Lachaise’
Perchance, perchance
We went to France – Even for just a day!
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With credit to Michael Manners for creative input & advice
Delwen Doyle
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Samuel Reed (6/13/2008 7:19:00 PM)
I really like it, Delwen, and what you think sounds unfinished and improvised is exactly what I think works well. You are obviously very well read, and there are plenty of references to other literary persons, places, ideas, etc. etc. The sing songy impro feel works fantastically when juxtaposed with all these big names and references. This poem could never be formal. It would be too heavy. This is touching because it has the timbre and haphazard rhythm of a child's pat-a-cake nursery rhyme, but behind it the wisdom of an educated young woman. I wouldn't change a thing! |
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