A December midnignt in Paris

[Richard]

Hey 67eager,
I think you use some interesting images throughout your poem. However, I think your rhyme and meter might hurt your overall meaning. I'll explain more below: 

A DECEMBER MIDNIGHT IN PARIS. 

From giggly passages of ground breaking erections, -I know this is the Eiffel Tower, and it is a well know phallic symbol, but this line made me think more of a phallic than the tower.
Past transparent blue yet impermeable nightgowns,
Come double decker routes heading two directions;
To either nearby junctions or far away towns.

Gathered across in varied shapes and sizes
Are fuel powered rodents in perfect alignment, -Is "rodent" a type of car in France?
Waiting and watching up until the sun rises,
Ready to pursue their master's next assignment.

Two blocks ahead, in her fading peach splendour,
The friendless monster bids you a hopeless goodnight.
She puts to bed her perceived slender
And falls to rest, though standing upright. -I'm not sure what this stanza is describing. However, the "friendless monster" and her description makes me think she is some form of prostitute. 

Below the fleeting rareness of the purple night
Stands the skeletal remnants of a once blooming trade
Whose absence left a party pleading for light.
Below is not age, but deprivation in its darkest shade. -"darkest shade" is a bit repetitive

By this hour, frost engulfs benches and rails,
And the faint glimmer of lamp posts guides no one, -I like these two lines. They create a nice image in my mind.
For most lie in bed dreaming up tails,
Except for one man, whose bird nest hair was far from done.

Glued on him were fragmented sheets of faded flannel
And the occasional patch of harsh, malnourished skin.
As he approached, he arrested our flowing channel,
And kindly asked us, with a mined out sort of grin:

Could you spare us any change lads? 

At change the colour of his song had fiercely decayed.
Perhaps capital for him was a painfully distant trade.
It then became clear to me, I'm afraid,
That I again saw deprivation, it its darkest shade. -Why is this man such a symbol of deprivation? I feel like you should explain this more.

Because you chose to rhyme and follow meter, your overall meaning is somewhat hurt in this poem. I actually came up with a stanza by stanza analysis about how I thought this poem was all about prostitution because of some of the word choices you made to follow the meter. My biggest suggestion would be to try and revise this so it doesn't rhyme or follow meter as strictly. For example, call the Eiffel Tower a "tower" instead of a "ground breaking erection." I look forward to seeing where you take this poem from here.

Keep writing,
Richard