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o hugo’s montparnasse
we looked for you in your glorious past
once again illusion in collusion
with gumption fueled by presumption
the brain enchanted, once again deceived
by hollywood and tales believed
all that glitters is not gold
things of past we want to behold
things we’ve being told
things to chase and rejuvenate old
montparnasse aujourd’hui
hue gone, mais oui
chicken or egg
spring fever sprung a leg
prancing to mouloudji’s les rues de paris to quench a thirst
an annual wandering-wondering burst
starting out
at sfo, mon 
père encore sprout
an exhibit of sewing history
led bout of bardspout mystery
dressmaking intertwining
a marathon flight movie viewing
“albert nobbs” 
story most intriguing
followed by “the vow”
rita thornton’s chosing to stay with philandering hubby
“for all the things he’s done right; not the one thing he’s done wrong. I chose to forgive him” was my insightful wow
“beauty and the beast”
the gist of the yeast of hell
love breaks spell
forms of love salad dressing
covering scars needing healing
stripped naked from memory sheath loss
testing love toss
sending my mind reeling – who is really boss?
then as if to cap confusion and illusion
a cafe philo “is the mind a slave to the body?” reaching no conclusion
my day ended with fruition
at saint germain des prés metro
a defining moment in retro
roving over a children’s books display
my eye caught “poèmes-sans-queue-ni-tête” which sums up my day!
pretty much resolves the quandary of mind versus body, which master to avail?
a neither head nor tail tale
well she started with just seventeen
rip-it-decide-later, u know what i mean
well before too long, i fell for 4321 iTunes to clean
what wisdom did i glean?
it’s hard to be minimalist
better not to have to be in “don’t know what u missed” mist
soon with technology drug, we get there
we can live in the cloud with closets bare
all u need is love and keep physically alive in the present
with the past golden times fueling life’s essence
“minuit à paris” still lingered in my mind
maybe why “associations” memory propel the future for mankind?
so the trick is to make the present plenty nice
for before long in the future they become la belle Époque frozen in ice
pick your magic moments be it 20’s era or golden age
et voila, here goes the owens lee pomeroy sage:
nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense and the past perfect
nostalgia is a denial of a painful present…says pedantic paul in “minuit à paris” – act or fact ?!
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yesterday was nostalgic day
we retraced past tracks way
need to do marketing to get chow
so off to place aligre to prowl
used to live on the market street
every morning colorful spread your eyes meet
like this pili pili, a “welcome back” greet
we got razor clams and gesiers for lunch fix
and for dinner, i carpe diemed on “la nuit europeenne des musees” sans admission tix
america can get off from economy built on making funny money
cold turkey opium living on borrowed time beyond means which ain’t funny
we can put excess labor and talent to build communities and transportation
make small businesses big vital lifeblood contention
use our infinite gumption to make finite our consumption
wean off oil, figure how to conserve shrinking resources
innovate and utilize new technologies to fix broken systems and messes
paris transportation network is incredible to beat
owning a car here is a disadvantage, keep fit with mode feet
you can rent a velo for an euro an hour
france has done well with nuclear and solar power
car footprint in europe is getting smaller
yike and brompton bikes are upcoming attention caller
get back to basics
re-prioritize, bank on thinktank, put on our marathon asics
think global
act local
today on the whim
to madeleine district rim
revived something old, something new
something borrowed, something blue
the last time we were there
a 1982 rome-bologna-ravenna-paris honeymoon affair
the magic in the opera is still in the air
something new covered in borrowed ads with back of opera in construction
and something blue shot thru #20 bus window upon return to gare de lyon station
shot of cool pig taken 
hot dinner shot of roast suckling bacon 
wow, what a trip we had
traversing back to biviers and to enjoy vintage before it goes bad
fine rose-henry nostalgic moments re-tread
gazing out to belle donne brought back grenoble days glad
spring releases
to be re-ironed nostalgic creases
found in brocante encounters
and display counters
why do we amass stuff?
why are we valued only after we had enough of life’s gruff?
pixels from auvers-sur-oise
pay 82.5 million usd for van gogh’s gachet portrait
gotta have that botox lips, covet that mightier-than-thou trait
why do we fill ourselves with fluff
when is enough, enuff?
every corner bombardment galore
buy-buy, bye-bye money implore
global liquidity crisis and senseless wars
greece, brazil, hungary going hungry, legislate goldman-sachs mores
iceland investors melted with subprime weed
iceland blows up, eyjafjall ajokull stalls jet speed
time to regain gold lustre, level have and have-not
time for kinder egalitarian ethos renaissance, worldly woes to blot
what shall we next explore
soon pantry is bare, nothing in store
revive values past
for us to last
trust to lust
we must
with wisdom gust
no matter lower or upper crust
it’s genesis 3:19 dust to dust
a yellow deux cheveaux 
sighting
traversed us back in time of our days in grenoble such a gem a-wanting
an ovaltine version 
spotted at brocante lundi
traversed us back in time of our days back in penang, without clue of future together a-synchronizing
fast forward back to the now
a smart car 
in marais over lunch, raised my brow
reminded me of the sony ericsson handphone, my son handed me down
reminded me of 20th anniversary how we smart-ly putted on santorini ground
chinois on velo
triggered how youth got me around
a walk to the marais
got me nostalgic hooray
my father, he was a tailor
sews pretty outfits to receive love favor
i remember sewing needle
that went thru my index finger when his machine with treadle i meddled
i remember going to sleep with sony radio, listening to song dedications
radio days eliciting sweet, innocent heart palpitations
i remember moi, with my legs dangling thru railings in pulau tikus
watching the world go by, deep in dreams and imaginations mousse
this candy wrappers bag accessory
costs 265 euros, a pretty penny
i remember me weaving a similar bag out of colorful drinking straws
yea, maybe amateurish handicraft that didn’t draw awes
but this display causes pause of the extravagant cause
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