rashly as it must the wind whips up and zaps the dust
as slip (it must) and slide on jagged-edged can-lids
each bright morning pain contained in slick rays of heat
beset by early-light wetness and the haze of a day’s grace
Capitaine
Capitaine
voyage ton flag et hale ton camp
a truck full of pyrotechnics backs into a paint store and
voilà chère it’s all zydeco and mardi gras righteously
kicked into overdrive like Revelation is God’s flash cards
and there’s a Gay Pride parade marching in the shade
with great purpose to get from here to Basile by wheel
or deal along for the next meal while sad sharp barks
from the dog park hound our heel and jazz our steps
tout le tour autour du moyeu
our two-steps hit a plateau and they rattle the pavement
too drunk for Nirvana too sober to stop skipping so soon
way too pretty now to miss out on all that blissful kissin’
we’re just the early-birds on the trip you heard about
we used to slink in the souks of the sullen soul and
your skin’s scent was fresh tomatoes on the vine
after rainfall in the all-out calling cries of a city sky
and your bite was the sharp aftertaste of vanilla pods
la route est grande
la nuit est longue
et les belles ne sont pas invitées
but now we jerk and jive from the souk to the juke joint
to the sounds of highlife and sentimentale beat-boxes
take the route to the flap of prayer-flags and the clap
of bells and the rarified cool of sky-high air flying
your armed linked to the arm of a beautiful girl
two smiles in a smile are good for so many miles
and suddenly you’ve grown from woman to young angel
with a catch in my breath I track that rare moment
c’est hip
c’est hip
c’est hop
et mon cher camarade
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