A thousand flightless messages
silken dressed and translucently disrobed
run akimbo down the gallows
fated to their demise in meaningless tombs
to show is to hide in haze
that the lady sings the blues from longings
perchance breezed promenades
and strolled two steps with the lounge lizards
who know Monte Carlo and Rainiers
and tales of high life and dinners at Saint-Tropez
my dear meet Monsieur Robespierre
and learn the way the mind moves with the winds
now a thousand flightless messages
sing the blues from pastel faces and unloved peasants
my visit was years and moons ago
my heart was somewhere else while my eyes saw seventies
do get over me it was never us and them