A walk around Paris

A coat, a scarf, maybe a hat,
Is what I need to go ahead,
With my fresh plan, of going for a walk,
Around Paris.

Took cigarettes and my house keys,
Turned off the light, and left at ease.
You know my friend, to tell the truth,
What pleases is to see the youth,
Practically on every corner kissing;
Whether they’re French or foreign no idea,
As they were too busy to speak, or even hear
These happy couples, all around,
They fly, as if, don’t touch the ground,
How many out of them I wonder,
Would really make it till the end
Holding each other’s hand
Growing their love just stronger

I’m on the Champs, o what a chance
To do some shopping;
To buy all things I never knew I need; to let go greed
But no, the day ‘s too short
Got to continue walking

So off it goes, my promenade,
I walk, and bang
I cannot hear a sound
I stop.
I get my cigarette but have no lighter
The fact that I can’t hear despite
I ask a smoker for a light
He gives - I thank, but hear nothing - all is blank
I raise my eyes, take a big toke
Breath out, looking through the smoke
I see the cars, the people in the buses
Hard-working students going to their classes
The mental bikes in snaky chains
Without break squeezing through lanes
But I hear nothing! I don’t believe my ears!
I am not breaking into tears
But really, ears, you’re dirty traitors
How could you break on me like that?
How will I listen to creators-,
Of melodies I love? …and so I sat.








I had to think a little
Every puzzle has it’s pickle
Or so I hoped
And so I sat, and waited
Waited, and felt doped
As if I took some drug
That stopped from hearing
I didn’t really understand
Or see the meaning
Of why, life took that course
That course that’s so demeaning

To be plain honest – I was sad
I thought of all the things I had
And without fail, ability to hear was always to prevail
‘The eyes’, I thought, ‘…what do I need them for’,
To see the beauty and adore
A painting, or whatever,
To wink at someone or whenever,
I feel real zero, to read a book about a hero?
Whatever, I didn’t need my eyes,
For one ear, I’d pay double price

So now, I’m walking back to mine,
It must be somewhere round the time,
The time to eat,
To fill the stomach so to speak…

I cross the avenue Wagram,
On which, behind this busy mum,
A man was standing, my old friend,
He looks at me, catches my sigh.
I throw at him a busy eye,
So as to not to have to talk,
To smile, and maintain the walk,
But he just had to come, saluting,
Full of good values was this guy,
He wasn’t bad, nor was he shy,
I shake his hand; scream out ‘Hello’,
He smiles, then he asks what’s wrong.
I cannot hear a thing at all,
I am just guessing
To find a way around stressing,
I calm myself, take a deep breath
Though for some reason, scared to death
Look in his eye, prepare a speech,
While thinking… for a smoke I reach,
And then, with guilty-looking face,
My friend, like mother I embrace
Tapping his back, mumble good-bye,
I wonder off, checking my tie
Without barely saying hi
I rush to get back home, in safety,
Where there’s no one there to face me

So here I am, on my old sofa,
The smoke is there, my tune is over
The only topic in my brain,
Which really fails to entertain
Is that…
I can’t perceive the sound no longer
One big idea growing stronger
To cut my throat, or maybe find a softer way
To end my pity, and display
The world how life is so unfair
No…
This isn’t me, this is despair,
There must be better ways on hand
The product - always in demand-
For now would do.
So I relaxed a little,
Slept it through

Wake up,- vibrations, It’s the phone
I answer…
Hear a lovely tone
While cutting off the rest of dreams,
I learn that person on the line.. is on her way to mine,
Arriving in short time
Or so it seems
Awaking conversation has now ended
I feel, that every curve, of my old brain
Got somehow blended
Into one
It’s evening - down went the sun
I’m sitting on my bed, not understanding
Not understanding anything at all…
Feeling now suddenly all small
And ten years older
In half a day,
I lost my ears…now their return…
My eyes have left- must be their turn.

12/2007