has left us nor that the gargoyles have come a-creepin’
(that sort of thing)....
What we’ve got is the gays with their high-end service
(nothing good but amateurism). Oh, the nonsense they pour
from one serving unit into another.
Everybody drinks it up. Thinks it’s the good life.
And then what’ve we got?
There’s no solution to that problem.
* * *
Mostly I’m happy, though.
One long walk through the cobbled streets
and I’m too drunk to ever blink again.
Allo. Oui.
Heureux.
—Place des Vosges (two boys toying with their sandwiches)
