don't overdo it, Bill.
returning maybe exhaustedly, jadedly, impoverishedly…
[what's that eschew bit?]
On 25/07/2012, at 7:32 AM, Bill Wootton wrote:
> Paris, I come,
> expectantly,
> excitedly,
> artlessly.
> Seeking your glow,
> your streetfulness,
> your elegant grime,
> your dogshit,
> your new socialism,
> your linguistic flow,
> your glimpsed lives,
> enpackaged
> in storeyed sixths.
> Be gentle with me
> as I trample
> your vowels,
> underpronounce
> your consonants,
> and eschew,
> a diner,
> your duck.
>
> Gillaume, 25 juillet
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