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A Tuesday Night in Paris CLP For two summers in college, I worked in Paris.  A beautiful city that exemplified all that was ever glorified about it.  Never let anyone ever tell you that Paris isn't all it's built up to be.  Yes Paris, Paris, Tennessee that is.  I worked for a wildlife based branch of the government whom I will spare the embarrassment of naming. The first summer I was there was a hard and lonely 3 months.  My girl friend and I were breaking up, well she was dumping me and I was bitterly resisting.  I was living in some high-class apartments (if your rating scale was based on the housing of Mogadishu) that were almost a time

It's been raining here for weeks. The ground is plump with moisture. Our little town has been incased by a quilt of clouds hanging just over the trees. Outside feels like residue from a cold shower. Tiny droplets of water accumulate on eyeglasses. There's been more drinking and flirting, 'cause there's simply nothing else to do. The television rambles on and on of some far off war in a primeval desert on the other side of the world. Trashcans fill with water in this house, Punctured, like hands upon wood beams. Boots sink into the wet earth. Smiles and stairs search for welcoming eyes through crowded, smoke filled rooms. A wooden b

The mind awakes The head aches The white Sun slips in through drawn shades Pain penetrates the skull Feet hang off the bed Naked in the air Toes curl and stretch The room begins to twist The stomach flips Eyes refuse to open and acknowledge the day Images of the night flash into life A hand grips a glass A woman's neck A puzzling bill Numbers dance and mix together Words Harsh, are slowly remembered Dread washes over the body Like ocean waves The foot grabs the quickly spinning floor The vice grip on the temples squeezes An arid mouth opens Eyelids crack separate The Day has come The night is gone like so many bott

BLISS Staring through the tube down at a bottle full of smiles Laughing Smile fades to grin Grin dulls to frown Frown dissolves to an empty canvas The eyes Unfocused, glazed with dew Yet hiding all oddities, inconsistencies from the rest of the herd Drunkenness substitutes for personality A caged heart in an ocean of flesh shells Allowing only a second of emotion to pour out Launched from the gut Sails through the smoke Splats like a wet mop against a frat house floor Dries, cracks and dissolves into the air Inhaled by many Tasted by few Left aching from the void Thoughts, once entertained, rain as echoes between the ri