“Maybe the French have the right idea”
Oscar, where are we?
Greatest, behind algae’d window ledge,
Light-beggared Dark
Slops the viridian vessel.
Absinthe blazes across the floor.
Notions of freedom tied up with drink
Boring men use as excuses
For their actions. Kittens frisked,
Nimble fingers flicking cigarette ash.
Ask for a glass, double-fisting flowers.
Messieurs watch chefs undress behind screens
Licking their mustachioed lips, thoughts of flavour
For bourgeoise pirates.
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“Maybe the French have the right idea.” First collab. on the spot ode by Amy Macabre, jojo Lazar & the big book of New Yorker poems. BIG POEMS BIG BOOKS.
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What is it you said when i said i had to plaster Bourdain’s slashed skinny pants ‘n smoking habits on the tumblr? “Put...
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My first poetry collab...jojo!! I am so thrilled and delighted
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