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French Pastry in Soho
The whore sugar
dances brazen in the window
watching tired feet shuffle
while globs of cake shop saliva
form eagerly
on an old man's tongue
It could have been
one night in Paris
three different women
lips glistening sweetly
as tastebuds plunged me
into layers of delight
to gush at the thrill
of heaven's melting
How daintily
she dusts those memories
a symphony plucked
on heartstrings of pink icing
and all for not even a sou
dances brazen in the window
watching tired feet shuffle
while globs of cake shop saliva
form eagerly
on an old man's tongue
It could have been
one night in Paris
three different women
lips glistening sweetly
as tastebuds plunged me
into layers of delight
to gush at the thrill
of heaven's melting
How daintily
she dusts those memories
a symphony plucked
on heartstrings of pink icing
and all for not even a sou
Published 15th May 2011
| Edited 19th Sep 2014
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15th May 2011 11:20pm
i feel like homer craving for a doughnut!
the contraction of the 'french pastry' and 'paris' with the 'sou' a chinese pastry is peculiar and almost a misplacement.
the contraction of the 'french pastry' and 'paris' with the 'sou' a chinese pastry is peculiar and almost a misplacement.
16th May 2011 7:51am
Dear Ophie - don't eat doughnuts, they'll screw your figure. But you can still stay with ooh la la if you read 'sou' as a small obselete almost worthless French coin. I chose the word very deliberately indeed for its flaky characteristics.
For me it's a clear case of cake versus sex - and when you get to a certain age it must become no contest - you go for cake every time - unless you are diabetic... then that window could be as debilitating as AIDS and all you'd have left is fading memories, but at least they would be free.
Have you seen the price of a half decent French pastry in Soho these days - outrageous!
For me it's a clear case of cake versus sex - and when you get to a certain age it must become no contest - you go for cake every time - unless you are diabetic... then that window could be as debilitating as AIDS and all you'd have left is fading memories, but at least they would be free.
Have you seen the price of a half decent French pastry in Soho these days - outrageous!
16th May 2011 8:27pm
hehe i meant the homer from simpsons actually!
ah now that explains a lot! i apologise about my earlier comment then. I haven't been in Soho lately but i trust you on this :)
ah now that explains a lot! i apologise about my earlier comment then. I haven't been in Soho lately but i trust you on this :)
