Low city lights, slow going slow going.

Skeletons chattering rickety-racketing all day long.

All day long and all night

discussing political affirmatives in the basement cafeteria of the Sorbonne.

‘Why, Jean,

you are surely not suggesting that a lack of eyeballs promotes sight?’

‘Mais oui, monsieur, mais oui--

eta pravda c’est vrai n’est pas?’

‘Jean, I suspect you are not really French.’

‘Ah, you got me-- but what can one do?

English is mucho passé.’

Rickety rack rickety rack slow-poke Jack

hopelessly clueless over physics and calculus but magic

with a shirt and tie.

Low lights slow burn--sky diluting