it’s difficult to not fall in love with charlotte gainsbourg
at first second or third sight
mid to late november afternoon or night
morning bright
the look isn’t french
if french were a look and not a language an animal granted
used and abused by careless women
still you mustn't resist the dark of the hair and the pull of the lips
to kiss to wish to miss just this lips lip enough to affect the abyss
of darkened eyes laugh lines and street light sifted
through smiles and lies clipped to collide
a singer in the rain
eno in the movies
judy’s horses
a boy who’s just like me
fucked up insides
ugly getting uglier
ugly getting uglier
every cigarette is a lie
even the smoke gets too fucking high
and only cleared throats get to decide
like it ever could be nineteen hundred and sixty five
she knows success mad love and duress
never worried enough to iron a shirt
or hold it close enough to hurt
is it a fling if you flirt or only if it works
if the letters learned should be read or be earned
so take your tornado the cause of concern
sit close to the aisle in case anything burns
anything of hers words yours
fluid lung epiphany caught and hung
by the neck until dead
limp shoulders smileshoulders the heart of the head
left wishing for hands and three hit demands
jerusalem
slave ships
are trouble inviting cello sonatas
four o’clock sunday
hearing difficulty
voices choices are furthered foisted
synagogue steered
used up but not near not nearly enough to turn up or tune up
there is a serious silent way she holds her face framed in english the famous' fate
and no one ever says 'there's not enough weight'
and no one ever says 'there's not enough weight'
or ‘the show must go on’
in fact
nobody ever calls it a show
and it nev
er goes on or
anywhere
but someday we know
it will
move ghost green hills
with jet black wood
hepburn understood the half turn
and to
and to
sleep while the sleep
while the getting is good
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