the louvre has many sweet madonnas 

just like the streets of paris

the louvre has many colours

unlike the streets of paris

paris in winter is grey and cream

and silver

like barnacles.

i am staying with small parisian family

with sweet children 

who we catch watching us from doorways

like the cat who spies on us and creeps around our things.

the children did a musical performance for us

polite with classical flute and piano

and then they served us chevres

goats cheese

on pikelets.

we saw the cold city of rotten stone

pere lechaise cemetary

wet loss covered statues

and leaveless trees like that painting of that cloister

on the narcisuss and goldmund cover.

the least grandiose being jimmy morrison

whose grave was watery with black roses

an american manwolf in paris

a rockstar amongst grand families. 

oscar wildes grave was covered in lipstickisses

and love hearts.

we sleep in an old smokeysmell room

overlooking montmarte

where maybe picasso hungout

its nice to hangout here

overlooking the city of barnacles

with the sky that glows pinkyorange

and flourogreen trees like a fauves painting

like a van gogh.

and i was touched by the louvre and the people init

the mona lisa the only one relaxed amonsgt the photoflashes

medusas raft rocking on the sea of eyes

and delacroix's liberty leading the people through isles of history.

back to paris and its sweet breadsmells xx