Thick evening of dancing. Musichall.
Side by side. With boredom.
Women with knowing eyes. Headache. Drink.
And this poor heart that’s off its head.
The long gold legs of Josephine
Baker conquer gogglemouth
–Waiter! Another brandy
to bring the old days back.
Citroën supreme at the Eiffel Tower.
Winter. Bruised blue sky. Two-faced kisses.
Trees sugared with frost. Ah, now beneath my sky
it’s the lukewarm, soul-cocooning hour of muffled pain…