Sunday
15Jan2006
Absolution, St. Sulpice
Sunday, January 15, 2006 at 01:54PM 
There are two. You say, Move out of yourself.
Write something new, and I do. Two tall tapers burn,
lit and bright. The church is dark save for ours &
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Sunday, January 15, 2006 at 01:54PM Tuesday
12Oct2004
Afterward
Tuesday, October 12, 2004 at 02:30PM Nothing changed. I hardly expected, though part of me wished. Sentimental to the death, and I do mean it literally.
Sunday
02Oct2005
attencion pietons~!
Sunday, October 2, 2005 at 06:29PM Ok: First things first. What the fuck
does JCB mean? I mean, I’ve been here
a while, yet still the sign eludes me. Oh sure,
I have un amour de Paris et aussi un amour de la langue
(especially yours love) and when you go to Zone 30 – Wow!
I pray it is parfum de femme – by this I mean not some
American Bar with some seedy American blonde.
Saturday
14Jan2006
automatic writing
Saturday, January 14, 2006 at 06:10PM You have no choice but to take the Metro. Each time I come across one of those irresistible booths that charge money to steal your soul ~ provided of course that you have one to steal. And what if this other blue book that is here on the bed as if disregarded and sad
Saturday
14Jan2006
automatic writing - charles degaulle
Saturday, January 14, 2006 at 05:43PM Behind me a man sits with a woman on the plane each complaining Paris and of all things Parisian and of the Parisian airport security which I thought was quite good because all things all considered, I mean hey! There could be a radio program on just how much Paris sucks according to these two because even though I do love it, obviously they do not and oh what a bore, I mean Why Bother!!! Why even go or fly Air France , for heavens’ sake, or is it because it is now safer than American, perhaps perhaps, perhaps just in name alone? I do not know the answers to these questions only pose them here. Of course everyone speaks French on this fight: once again, it is Air France . Do I really need say more?
Saturday
14Jan2006
black and white still
Saturday, January 14, 2006 at 06:05PM Before you kiss me you tell me, You have the perfect ass –
Heart-shaped in reverse. I dress in a pair of ivory
poppy panties, all lace and finery, Paris bought. You know
this is for you. This kiss is a kiss I will remember.
Monday
27Sep2004
blind fable
Monday, September 27, 2004 at 01:46PM Fast, you take me through slow falling Autumn. hear, i hum to your low sweetened sadi ranson-polizzotti poetry
Monday
27Sep2004
call home
Monday, September 27, 2004 at 01:54PM Paris, September 22, 2004 In three hours, Paris will simple be and we, we will be gone, our tea cups dry, our linens stacked, bags packed. We leave, the heart of the bed faintly
Sunday
15Jan2006
Confessional
Sunday, January 15, 2006 at 02:12PM It was so simple and so not.
The father speaking French, me pigeon
bald a sinner. I kneeled, confessed as best
as I cold using all the words I knew – the hot
Saturday
25Sep2004
daily ritual
Saturday, September 25, 2004 at 01:31PM For two weeks in Paris I follow this routine: Morning, wash the skin Until it glows -- soft and luminous. Afternoons, remove the soft armor The lace about my breasts, So heavy and swollen With the love of you.
Saturday
14Jan2006
do you see this love?
Saturday, January 14, 2006 at 05:54PM Do you see this love?
Do you see this, love?
How the past is but a bridge to the present,
so like the wide roads that lead to the Isle de la Cité
Saturday
14Jan2006
documentarian
Saturday, January 14, 2006 at 05:53PM When we return I’ll type these up.
I’ll do this because I am a documentarian.
Because I do not remember, yet remember everything…
Saturday
25Sep2004
dreams
Saturday, September 25, 2004 at 01:43PM The fruit with its arch of passion Fruit, yellow teardrop, plump Kissed our heads as we passed
Saturday
25Sep2004
farmer's yield
Saturday, September 25, 2004 at 05:57PM What do you seek In such dark, tight petals. A knot that begs to be undone. You cannot resist the tight bud. Plump lump, black-lipped and pouting.
Sunday
15Jan2006
flux
Sunday, January 15, 2006 at 02:18PM You tell me, It is not the same as last year.
Both of us thinking the same thing…
Yet still the clock chimes faithful…
Saturday
25Sep2004
grand pressigny
Saturday, September 25, 2004 at 01:41PM The climb is dizzying Each step closer to cloud They whisper promise of rain As you whisper promises hot
Saturday
14Jan2006
huis clos
Saturday, January 14, 2006 at 06:14PM So here we are at Les Deux Magots
where people ‘spoke feverishly’ you tell me
as they drank their Pastis or their whiskey
or whatever was fashionable at the time and
Tuesday
28Sep2004
imagine
Tuesday, September 28, 2004 at 06:16PM Those girls were all narrow. Sticks, lovely in their silks they blurred to the horizon I watched as your eye followed and they receded watched you back, pout-lipped
Saturday
25Sep2004
interlude | afternoon song
Saturday, September 25, 2004 at 02:36PM It?s hard to pack up As if in packing we Were packing up altogether Giving up the plan That for two weeks Sustained us. The idea Of it, of us living here, So in love with the all of
Sunday
02Oct2005
je cale
Sunday, October 2, 2005 at 06:30PM Je cale . I stall. I stall at everything.
The stop and go of the frenetic epileptic.
It is my lot in life to be this way. Each pause