As i gaze out my window at the bleak Eastend skyline.
I imagine i’m in “The Left Bank” and that would be divine.
All the women where i live….
Are so darn unattractive.
Junkies and Alkies as thin as a rake.
Lose me for an hour in Paris, for goodness sake.
Where the girls are stunning and impeccably dressed.
I’m in shitty Tower Hamlets. A point that should be stressed.
But in my favourite day dream….
I’m discussing Sartre by a stream….
With a beautiful
Who goes by the name of Christine.
Then we’re off to Musee Ozip Zadkine.
On le Metro.
Christine in dress, yellow.
The nicest legs i’ve seen in quite a while.
Paris, where the ladies know about style.
In my mind’s eye….
Christine and i ….
Are heading straight back to my hotel.
Then passionate love making avec le mademoiselle.
Life in Tower Hamlets is grim. If i could escape somehow.
Yes, i wish i was passing time in Paris right now.