What's The Name Of That French Song

A nightly snapshot

Flummen fibrillation

To the beat of my thoughts

Am I waver from
with sparkling stars light
covered
over the streets of my city

I smoke
the last train my butt
tapping it swaying
In the gloomy flood
The dawning
night

the flickering of the Flumme
Sprays flickering spark
When flying into the bright glow
The silent city
the evening gown

My lips
forms words
bob and form
me trembling flood
And to vibrate
Bring

look forward wandering
Do I train to train streaking
outskirts
flashing points
hand in
hand through a sea
From prancing lights
tumbling

you
whirl for just a moment
In the pulsing veins
In the flickering glow
From stubborn bull border blocks
The city center with
Until they
In the flickering flood
From photos and highlights
With facades
blurring
And as evening ballads from poets
In the Hall of the nightingale
Speechless
fading

yet
one last time
blazes the glowing
emitting sparks
dump in free fall
On

until they
touching the ground
with light open
In the glimmering sheen
The dark night
void
Forever

© Simon Felix Geiger, 2010