The total freedom from mores and principles Royalty always enjoys... what a privilege ? Said one Patriarch to his grandson: "One steps out with an actress; one doesn't marry them !" Judge for yourselves.
On driving westward toward Versailles
...............................I
wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine
jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe
dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen edges of rapidfire cirrus
pylons stalk the sky
and catch the wipers in the eye
.......................II
horses purr in the cat’s geule
carriages trot through veins of pomp
hounds howl in pinewood packs
fountains spurt warrior sperms
over-stuffed regalia golden-tressed coiffures
wrap scalp and skin in scented sweat
coachmen backfire trussed up in perches
perfumed eminences speed to trysts
..............................III
The Sun-King illumines long dead VISTA galaxies
The Hall of Mirrors reveberates secret oaths
Lights dim as Le Notre adjusts tropical palm vats
The parvenu Corsican struts on depraved genes
.............................IV
wipers peer through moving fingers
pylons jetstreak high-wire noon
Marie Antoinette drivels at Fresnes*
The gilded streaming sun dances on fitful time
Glints through slithering interstitial space
Am I driving or am I driven in a cariole.
° Jean Franco, a former international football referee (by profession a tax collector) and close tennis-partner who owned a mansion in Fresnes-94 (in the "petite couronne" of Paris), told me that Marie Antoinette's trysting place was one and the same place he then owned in the eighties and nineties. His entire family passed away by the early 21st. C.
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