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Paris

 

was just like not being there.

Celine was gone.

there was nobody there.

Paris was a bite of bluegrey air. 
the women rushed by as if you would never 
DARE to go to bed with 
them.

there were no armies around.

everybody was rich. 
there were no poor in view. 
there were no old in view.

to sit in a table in a cafe 
would get you careful stares from the other 
patrons 
who were certain that they were 
more important than 
you. 
food was too expensive to eat. 
a bottle of wine would cost you 
your left hand.

Celine was gone.

the fat men smoked cigars and became 
gloried puffs of smoke.

the thin men sat very straight and spoke 
only to each other. 
the waiters had big feet and were sure 
that they were more important than 
anything or 
anybody.

Celine was gone.

and Picasso was dying.

Paris was absolutely nothing.

I did see a dog that looked like a 
white wolf.

I don't remember leaving 
Paris.

but I must have been 
there.

it was somewhat like leaving 
a fashion magazine in a 
train station. 

 

C.B.