All I know is the concrete
While what I strive for is the vapour
What I am able to give
Are solid blocks of iron
Lumps of soul starved matter
Yet what I desire to say
Is let us walk in the night’s blue mist
Smoking our Gauloises cigarettes
As jazz music escapes into the ether
From the Café bars by the River Seine
The fire or wood burner is lit
The tables have been pulled together
With the Buddha statue placed on top
That I tell you this now
Is so that you might understand
What it was which interrupted the poem
As we prepare for this evening’s
Meditation Sangha
