Nouveau lintel, flaky pastel
Champs de-Leave-me. No not now.
Grainy. Shimmers like flash bulbs.
Streets like spidery gauze,
Monsieur are you Gallic?
Eyes cut like absinthe;
Green fairy sits, alights, flutters;
she settles like a smutty dream.
Leafy, grassy, limestone,
Rue de Whatever. Pay the Euro-Francs
for Metro-crepe-souvenirs.
Double diex Vogues, dancing, wilting,
Bullet up Eiffel lifts,
Climb Renaissance stairs.
Napoleanic nothing.
Champs de-Everything.
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