The untold Paris

Of yore and not gore
pure Paris
did you lose
some form of face
in this age of ebooks.

Come forget it
laid to rest
razed to ground
stump to root
parrots loss
soon
or gain a grain
of eternity/

Buddha is a Bar
in Paris.

Party
with free new freedom
make pink
not
rose
glitter of the boom
nor boom of the gun.

Sure did
the son of tius soil
visit places.

Bamg Bang
and
Paris.

Love in Tokyo.

Cusp of desire.