Le Week-End

Is here, in all of its serene content
And sun and sand and surf.
Illusion of freedom is freedom meant
Within this fallen earth.

An earth, however, that brightly sparkles yet.
Camera-flash sodium gleam.
The confident flash of a gambler’s set
Of teeth in some daydream.

I smile, I laugh, roused from my reverie
Along the Saint Tropez shore.
In a molten, glittering silver med
I float and think for more.

And yes, I’ve seen what Hell has brought to me
And I can forsee more.
Hell, in the Côte I once cracked my heart,
Left sun-dried on the shore

Somewhere. I laugh, roused from my reverie.
I float, no more to dream.

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