Lulu in Biarritz


︎︎︎ Damon Hubbs

︎ Nov 20, 2024

All this self-analysis. And at 4:30 in Biarritz
you’d think I’d be nibbling cubes of cheese
at a palace on the beach. The sun like the most famous
birthday party. It’s a lot to grapple with
Lulu says modern love falls in and out of tradition
Her postcards don’t have plotlines
She rides a bicycle with a basket
and tells me the croupier
sleeps with a leopard at his feet
The market is littered with Spanish orange peels
Somewhere a horse collapses
like a paper tablecloth
Lulu asks if Caesar’s mushroom is in season
We order éclairs by the dozen at Maison Pariès
All this self-canonizing. What time is it in Boston?
And now the little birds arrange their chairs
up and down our spine
At any rate, I lost my hat off the Rocher de la Vierge
I’m losing my hair besides
When Lulu asks I can’t remember
who wrote “A Poem for Record Players”
We took pratfalls in the sand, and drank
The sky abased like Serbian pulp. We said good luck
to the Rock of the Virgin
Thereafter the tiger slipped the menagerie
clankety-clank.



Damon Hubbs is a poet from New England. He's the author of three chapbooks and a full-length collection, Venus at the Arms Fair (Alien Buddha Press, 2024). Recent publications include Revolution John, Don't Submit!, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Horror Sleaze Trash, and The Gorko Gazette.