Don’t Stop Thinking About Paris
Another re-write. Daughter came up with the title that inspired the poem when she was in middle school.
The blackjack dealer frowns;
casino goons bum-rush you out the door
’cause you beat the house. Don’t’ stop thinking about Paris.
All the photos on Facebook de-friend you,
your account is purged, keep the City of Light deep in your heart.
Pears Belle Helene, and orange souffle so light and delicious, the perfect desserts.
Even when you’re choking on another cheeseburger, don’t stop thinking about Paris.
Sublime light illuminating the Louvre to cave paintings vital, alive as they were thousands
of generations ago. Don’t stop thinking about Paris.
If you’re disparaged, defrauded, and denuded–don’t stop thinking about Paris.
The ghosts in the cafe look just like Monet sitting
next to Debussy across from Valery glowing like the absinthe in their glasses. Don’t-stop-
thinking-about-Paris. Even if you never get there in this life,
don’t. stop. thinking. about. Paris.