26.05.23

January 10, 2024  /  Musketeer

26.05.23


8:24

early morning

fading spring in bright green

blazing through the fresh plowed fields

on a belt of steel

my eyes are dry

my tongue is bitter

over priced train coffee

anchors my eyelids.

the man across from me

drinks an erdinger

tall unfiltered orange liquid foaming

his red sports shirt is a kind of beacon,

his puffy face spills out behind his dark glasses

His thin black beanie a sort of crown

for the dead.

I’m on the phone now talking to my best friend

i caught her moisturizing her legs

she tells me she was sick in Ireland and had to get her visa posted to her from Germany 

She was slowly emerging from the soup

She getting in a van now, on her way to a buskers festival

in ludwigsburg

i bless her trip

she blesses mine

Pont Kuss

14:14

An hour to my train

buy a baguette

buy some flesh

sit at pont kuss

two teen yelling in french

pupils wide

retinas white

He slaps her

she crosses the road

he hangs his head

On the bank

lovers lay on the green grasses

and a bunch of drunks sip the sun away

a ferry churns up the water

and she returns

21:15

flooding through the milk

the late train

the dropped baguette

10 retard

hurtling into Paris

eyes drooping

thinking of drinking wine with you

in the Marais

40 retard

Standing on the tracks

on the outskirts of the city of love

i watch the commuters walk on the platform

at gare de est now

through more milk

another ticket line

300 collective sighs

past the old metal gates

onto the white an blue metro

crammed like a sardine

a couple kisses in my peripheral

and i see 300 of the brownest eyes 

surround me

Up in the Marais now,

waiting for my room

a man yells in broken english

and the receptionist yells back

i sit back and keep my lips shut

I sigh

finally up in the little room i rented

orange hexagon tiles.

had the shortest hottest

most beautiful shower of my life

and dressed quickly

I leave to go and drink with you now

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