Flying down the highway,
open space all around.
Fast-moving Flaneurs, and
our feet never touch the ground.

Music fills my ears and my heart,
as I belt out songs with my best friend.
Our voices ring out from the start;
music swelling in the small space.

                                                         ­                   Eight hours never feels long
                                                            ­                when we are driving together.
                                                       ­                     The road is a line and life is a song.
                                                           ­                  I want it to last forever.

Flashy Snobs

Flaneurs are not only people of leisure
flitting from café to café chatting about the scandals
and what the dancers did.
It a life of glitter and glam the shine of chandeliers
on sparkling copper lamps
Flaneurs are artificial pales towards dawn, a room
at a cheap hotel and waste the day sleeping till noon.
I'm a show off too walking among olive trees telling
tall stories jokes also the like like laughing, waving their
leaves and even if the jokes is not funny they still laugh
polite as they are they have lived long and are tolerant
Have you ever heard the joke about? An almond tree
wanting to marry an oak” this joke always bring wafts
of laughter, I tell it in a low tone as not to upset
the almond tree; I go back to my house it’s full of golden
memories and a washing machine full of ***** socks.