Absconded…like a ticket
(April 20, 1997 on a train to Paris)
  

femme. Femme noir. Cinemastic femme strumming noir.
Atrostic absinthe blurry hair
A drunk conductor and liquid Coltrane on the plate
You moved like a scurrying marsupial - and I like that way you looked that night in the absinthianic haze of the swiftly burrowing train…….
Cant recall a lip or feathered hat string, but there were undergarments of black smooth material and staunch abdivisions of parted waterways and smiling guillotines and smiling snatches of blurry ecstasy and strange syllables on many lips
Stunned at your hairy armpits
You laughed at my ginch ("silly boy, silly boy. just a boy, yes?")
The train rolled and so did we - all through the furrowed night
         All through the blazing nighttine and into the breathing morning…
Until at last, we slept awake like a horses on a stony painted landscape…
Asleep in the arms of my femme noir,
(Boozy and loozzey)
Who took me for a blanket ride,
Somehwhere in the West of France.

© 2006  Delwood Finch