Thursday, April 24, 2014

poem of the day 04.24.14


watching a french film

i take note that the characters
often pause to sit in parks
to have a smoke or to drink

the french seem to have created leisure
as the ultimate gift to mankind

one time in paris i killed half a day
just sitting in the jardin du luxembourg
drinking wine and feeding bread to pigeons

i felt very un-american
and at peace with myself

not at all guilty
being so far away from a land

who’s idea of comfort and ease
was to once create something called

the leisure suit.


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