cool sun

step by step this city seeps deeper into my bones.
learning from lack of language, lack of companionship, lack of motivation.
but i smile because there is beauty here and beauty in what i will find upon coming home.

deep sleeps with no dreams

je ne suis pas français

the light by the stairwell to my room flickers when i turn it on.
i'm waiting for the perfect morning rain to hit my window.
until then i'll keep dreaming of winter, when we will have spent a full cycle of seasons together without falling off the edge of daydreams.

waking up to bird sounds

the sounds of french children laughing in the courtyard of my building
the sound of a woman yelling
the faint sounds of bob dylan
the creak of a hammock in my ear
take a deep breath, light another cigarette, and feel it all.