“Mundane horror for the people.”

A Poem in Paris

I thought I’d write one sentence

while I’m here

because

it is a special place

and because

i am wondering

if

perhaps

a bit of magic

something in the air

might find its way

in

whether by accretion from the workshop

of Burroughs and Ginsburg

et al

rendering the books and their powers

slightly weaker

for their sacrifice

or maybe

by addition of what little

i have

on my own

to something gleaned by a sort of osmosis

without removing

anything

and this is the sentence

though it is too long

i think

to be a good one.


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3 responses to “A Poem in Paris”

  1. Perfect. Very Billy Collins. Tres magnifique.

    1. Haha, thank you. I really never write poetry, but I wanted to write at least one sentence while i was there…

  2. aploplexy

    💛

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