It was a cool thing,
from the movies and a fix or high and then a relax.
Coffee and cigarettes for a fashion for a fashionista.
It gathered fellow travellers and was arty and fitted de rigeur of the day.
It had a note of entrance to cooland an addiction too. And outsider and poetic. A theme.
But those were the days.
' no we know' and instead our fashion
Is avocado and fruit smoothies.
De rigeur is just that.
I think back to the ideas of
The left bank and bohemia
And existential and Camus.
No we know.
Did you by any chance mean 'now we know' instead of 'no we know'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I almost died from emphysema but I started with vaping and my lungs have improved. Better if one can quit altogether though! Are you still smoking Bernard? ? ?
Brook. Yes but wish not. Maybe no soon.