Pompidou

I was there in the '80's
Paris riots,
we had a room
on the top floor
on the Rue du Rivoli,
so we were pretty safe.

Yoshi, came from the South,
he had giraffes as ancesters.
Madeleine, was fragile
she skiied in Grenoble
earning wings,
she was a born mother
but never experienced,
she go caught up
in money markets,
snip suits
that were chic
and died at thirty.

I would cycle,
a whirlwind on wheels,
but they got me somewhere,
I'm not sure where.

We roll on cushions now
and take an age
to recover.

I remember bouncing on balls
outside the Pompidou museum
with all the mime artists
and artists, who couldn't draw,
just give an imitation
or what life is all about



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Written on 2014-04-19 at 19:29

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
So richly descriptive in a way that makes the whole scene come to life... I've said that many times, but it never ceases to capture my imagination the way you describe things. Beautiful and more.
2014-04-22


Peter Humphreys
Some rioters of the 1960's became national figures in later times, perhaps those of the 1980's too. Personal, evocative, fine writing. Peter
2014-04-21


shells
As always you have that sharp snapshot of life, but just softened round the edges with nostalgia. I visited the Pompidou in November, much enjoyed.
2014-04-20



pom pom pidou, great memories with an hint of nostalgia
2014-04-19