France

The ideal girl

in London from France

came over then left me

she left me entranced

now I have to get by

once again on my own

nothing but memories



So I remember your eyes

that unique shade of brown

while these blue eyes of mine they stay closed

I kissed you goodbye on the M109

I choked as I watched the bus go



I'm choking and smoking to your angelic soul

I'm choking and smoking myself into a hole

where the only way out is to sleep and to dream

and to cry out your name