Le Sigh

But I can’t breathe

What with Ginsberg floating foggy there in my peripheral

So far beyond the-

I need something French here

He describes that feeling in your mid chest, that need to

Let the air out and to describe that sigh

Le sigh

And the lady Marmalade lipstick I put on is lying

Beneath this text are the words I wish

I could say, and in between

Pauses-

Pas de bourree one step forward two steps back

Only to turn round and round,

And down I went busting up

My elbow ends up in this awkward position

And then you don’t want me any more.

Isn’t that how it is? These circumstances you say

It turns out you’re not good enough

Just now-

Well inside there’s this pressure, to

Scream and let all the vermilion sex dreams

I own seep out.

But then it-

I would be.