Alphabet City

There's a rider on the storm, 
gallops underground, up on the hill, Père Lachaise.  

In Montmarte I take it easy, with my easel and I paint, 
pointillistic in the sun.  

Fine dots of light float free in photons
after noon. 

on that day:
manet monet chagall corbet.  

Can you tell? 
I have no clue what arrondissement I'm in.  
Just a hazy, dizzy mood, this spin ...
so absinthe minded.

Does everybody smoke here?  
Well let's be clear, I'm joining you, 

I'm weak.  
Giving up my good intentions for you my loves, 
monique dominique veronique.
C'est magnifique!

- to be continued -

© Carlos Chagall, 2013     Rider on the Storm     Absinthe