Mid-March In Paris (Then To Rome)

Red wine upon the river Seine
I’m frozen to the bone
Stood port side with my glass in hand
And gazed upon the Eiffel Tower

Mid-March in Paris cold and grey
I stumble through Pere Lachaise
Edith Piaf and Chopin’s grave
These memories my mind will save

The Louvre, Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa
No pictures of her mystic grimace
Ate cheese upon the well kept lawns
Behind the walls of garden premise

The nightlife swarm of hungry faces
Devouring force fed French delusion
Transformed in streaks of neon green
That culminate in urban fusion

Le Bastille and Chez Jenny
A double shot of peace, merci
Smoking hand rolled cigarettes
While contemplating Rousseau’s works

Frequent shisha shacks till dawn
Do you recall when drugs went wrong?
Relaxed and for a spell forget regret
Engulfing Crepe Suzette

Mid-March in Paris then to Rome
I finally made it, I’m finally home
To think of all the years I’ve roamed
Those nights when not one star was shone

Phenomenon of synesthesia
Conceptualized by ancient Virgil
Perception caught when eye meets ear
Cerebral sensory stimuli

Photism signs refine designers
The Bauhaus thought taught color theory
Emotionally in 2 or 3D
Artistic sensitivity

Kupa painted visual concepts
Kandinsky sought to taste the sound
Clandestine brushed kaleidoscope
Of limbic system sights go round

Plastered next to hurried feet
That shuffle quickly thru the streets
Fast past Italian con man artists
Who prey on tourists not the smartest

The opulent religious verse
That drifts above the lines rehearsed
Blind beggar pleading for loose change
A melody just out of range

This life is but a trip of tricks
That keeps one reaching for a fix
A mix of inbred suffering quips
A film devoid of written scripts

Mid-March in Paris then to Rome
Fortuitous and heavenly
Forgive my triviality
I stand smitten by this triptych beauty.