Soul Searching in Paris

The kiss of October was french
cut and new when you cried out:

despair, love

if only the right handbag
if only the right dress

But no,

.. i am lost
i am lost

All April, this was the shattered glassy cry
for mouthwash, for the Seine, for

the insane.

Spring forward, and be the new fashion
be bold, cold and the memory of last winter

Yes, Yes

... i am found

i am found.

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Monkeys: There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.