paris sous les bombes

floating barefoot
on a sea of driftwood
i made a promise to myself
to sell my shares
and donate
the money to charity.

there were wild horses
frolicking
with women
in white bikinis
on the shores of an ocean
that glittered like my rolex.

we could almost hear music
beneath the hum of
the generator,
you bought yourself
a set of tannoy speakers
so you could amplify
your prayers
across the beach.