Lost In Levallois Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

I'll drive through Levallois when the lights flare 'Stop'
Until I am told to just
Go

And we'll walk the plank till the very end of the park
Where adults swan-dive into childhood
The hand I hold is queens only, and hearts mostly

Questions you asked at the Chinese place
My dear were not fully answered
By the fortune cookies

I might as well voice the make-believe
Do I love you. Yes
Do I need you. Yes
I live here now
I am lost in Levallois