New Winter in the City of Lights 

Lost verses of fading brilliance
bounce off the shell casing
of my tender memory

the cork and empty bottles
of rare earth
now my only compass

while spur trails of chic urban squalor in trendy decline
swallow this once decadent Parisian alleyway
preserving the sanctuary of gritty poetic sustenance

and we feel no remorse
for the pleasure of rich cobble stone nights
of the rainy winter moon song
floating down the River Seine

as broken angles caress downtown
in permanent states of midnight

vivid in the drunken gutter fog of this splendid city

on the brink
of a new winter

by Jeremy Footer

Email: jfooterdrum@hotmail.com