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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required my paris begins with those early days as a conscious flaneur i recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty white girl clad head to toe in denim smiling wistfully while her muscular black beau stared through me with fathomless orbs and one of them spoke almost in a whisper qu'est-ce-que t'en pense and it dawned on me yes the young parisienne with the distant desirous eyes was no less male than me dismal movies in the forum des halles being screamed at in pigalle and then howled at again by some kind of madman or vagrant who told me to go to the bois de boulogne to meet what he saw as my destiny menaced by a sinister skinhead for trying on tessa's wide-brimmed hat getting soused in les halles with sara who'd just seen dillon as rusty james and was walking in a daze sara again with jade at the caveau de la huchette jazz cellar cash squandered on a gold tootbrush two tone shoes from close by to the place d'italie portrait sketched at the place du tertre paperback books by symbolist poets but second hand volumes by trakl and deleve and a leather jacket from the marche aux puces porte de clignancourt losing gary's address scrawled on a page of musset's confession walking the length and breadth of the rue st denis, what an artist's paradise (as juliette once wrote me).
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