LA VIE QUOTIDIENNE

the whore of my dreams

burnt cigars and gonzo alleys

I’ll meet you in some dismal place in Europe

where skin cancer doesn’t break the clouds

and bread still costs a little

and milk flows from the breasts of the little women

gathering

in the Sycophants Club

you’ll be crucified

we’ll sign our fraternity in blood dripping from your nether land

like a murder weapon

imprint its treasure map on my face

carmine the colour of kings

classique fashion statement

of sleepless nights

and torrid encounters

you’ll return from the pause

to walk La Vie Quotidienne

with me

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