Don't tremble for me
When I'm soaring
Dipping my lark wing
So casually in this
Summer's hauty breath.

This stapled heart
Wants no gravity
Just the constant breeze
The dusty clouds, blue persuasion
Watch me dart, graze the air.

Don't tremble for me
When I'm falling
Stinging the perfumed
Balance of faith, pretence
Let me be drunk in Summer's grasp.

just a sigh of relief
without any unnecessary
marks of exclamation
foot or fingerprints

cherry tobacco fag
on a bench
in front of the national museum
pink girl on a pink bike
rides up and down a path
between two rows of oaks
pigalle square is just one block away
so deserted
at this time of day
the opening hours are all vague
and I'm dressed in black
just for the sake of being fake

I hope you're enjoying the sights
sighs of the big big city
homeless kids beggin' for change
and I'm beggin' for the change
although it may seem I'm just sitting there
on a park bench   LS