I love you little Bluebird
Incredible you are
I hope someday to marry you
I'll wish upon that star
Down on one knee I'll ask you
If you would take my hand
And turn that ring of promise
Into a wedding band
We'll walk the aisle, no drama
Cowboy boots you'll wear
And I will be in denim jeans
And I'll still have long hair
And then it's off to Paris!
A chalet at Lake Annecy
To live the dream that I first had
Of France with you and me
I’ve got size ten feet, you know what that implies
Maybe that's why there’s a spark in her eyes
She said if I give her a hand ’round the house
She’ll give me a naughty surprise
She held out a costume I’d not seen before
Though I stood there hoping I’d see it much more
Sweet Jesus, I think its a sexy french maid
She said, ‘Wanna play?’ Well, I could be swayed
Oh God, fishnet stockings and white ruffled knickers
My eager mind’s racing, It’s all Tarts and Vickers
Those pointy stilettos, the apron and hat
I’m gagging to see my sweet baby in that
It looks a bit large, the size slightly wrong
Who gives a damn... it won’t be on long
That PVC skirt falls short of ‘discreet’
But why are those shoes made for size ten feet?
I'm having trouble with
The voices in my head
While I speak simple english
They speak fluent french
So I never really know
Just what is being said
Which makes it hard to understand
The voices in my head
I never know exactly
What it is that I should say
Did I arrive at the conversation early
Or am I much to late
Either way I hate to make
The voices sit and wait
While I pull out my French-English Dictionary
And flip through every page
So now every Tuesday
Since Tuesday last
I have been preparing
By taking a French class
So I'll be at the ready
To give an answer back
In case the voices in my head
Ever feel the need to ask
Three French quatrains, Translation of Etiemble’s Trois quatrains français by T. Wignesan
Fly …fly !
For Sylvie (Etiemble) on the occasion
of commencing primary school
All cats are school-goers
watching a fly fly
but the teacher caught the fly:
one should seize the collar.
October 1978
1. Narcissus
For Sylvie who came late to the mirror stage,
but who has since made up for it… (1981)
All ducks are Narcissuses
kissing the ends of their beaks.
Comes the solstice’s rigour:
the ice clouds the dry mirror.
2. All ducks are Narcissuses
kissing the ends of their beaks.
Comes the solstice’s rigour:
the silt clouds the dry mirror.
VERS LIBRE
Born free
maybe?
ARGUEMENT
touche
word play
Salut! How are you
See not the sky, see the tower of love
Steel that tickles the belly of heaven
Stairs that reach for the skie
Say hello to France
State of love is always welcomed
Seven even eight can come
Art lives on the streets
Colors beautify the side walks
The city herself talks
Paris offers peace in art
Writters come from the far ends of the globe to witness
Beauty herself lives in her
France, my love
Will you ever pardon me for leaving
I shall return, to you
Vive La France
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