! Très bien!

! Très bien!

Without squeamish impress, a sense of malakos invades

Savoy’s aire, as shell-less trailers transverse tooled blades

Crossed logs, walks, outdoor tablets, pavement to grass,

Oddly, then, to plate and fine pate, washed in wine glass.

! Très bien! Sinfully plied as ‘slug’ yet ! Ah, escargot!

Through long dynastic battles, steeped in slime, so slow

Tasty gastropods creep in sleep, en marche along the stones

Tiny silent marauders of the bottom of the damp dark zones.

~July 27, 2011