sometimes i feel like Serge Gainsbourg in the presence
of a young Whitney Houston
while i sit in my window
at the detention center
and watch all the women walk by
sometimes it's wine
sometimes there's no excuse
sometimes it's nature
to sit among the flowers in the spring
and take in everything
beauty stays young
like the hiccup
rising from the mouth
of an old french wino
it floats on the air
like a cartoon note
desire stays young too
young and purposeful
in a land of bees
and honey.
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