THE FLANEUR - TAKEN FROM THE BRIDGE

 

                                                                                           

 

 

 

 

The Flaneur

 

 

 

When the ancient portals of antiquity charge the air,

The Flaneur, hand a swinging pendulum

In memory of Rome, steers himself like a Captain,

Mind splintered with the cascade of phenomenon

 

Assaulting his vision. Streets pass labyrinthian,

His body has long known them

Out of the labyrinth of time, and his Youth

Passes in an instant pilloried and scored.

 

Fellow pedestrians pass les pietons along the infinity,

Their days too are just as ephemeral, each second

Tick… Tick… Ticking !

 

Sitting then in one of the half- moon alcoves,

With only the mascarons for company,

His thirst is appeased only by volcanic terminal springs.