Blog: Paris Kiss

I picked up an Allen Ginsburg essentials book recently and it inspired this. Apparently one of his friends and influences, Jack Kerouac, was a proponent of riding without editing. Some call it improv some call it channeling source. If we are conduit for source or inspiration then trusting what comes out will be a good reflection of our intention put into it. I wrote this pretty quickly and did make a few edits.

Paris Kiss

I kissed a woman in Paris at the Eiffel Tower

If that’s not poetry?!

Quite an unromantic scene if you zoom out

Fences carroll people in or out

Through a section trampled by previous animals or lovers

Hawkers hawk the same stuff on blankets and out of knapsacks; trinkets, statues, things that light up

I had a beer and named my price, Merci

People sprawled out everywhere in the dark

A perfect place for young meat, to meet, in the heat of the night

Oh, to be young and Pare-ee

She didn’t want to sit.  She was older, posh.  Paris was more for her than for me

We stood.  Her tongue firm, aggressive.  No one had told her to soften.

It wanted to correct but did not

We had a nice time kissing one summer evening at the Eiffel Tower