l’hippogriffe regardait l’oasis cachée parmi les dunes
comme un dernier acacia qui se dévoile lentement dans la nuit
et il sentit jusque dans les plus petits recoins du temps
le silence du désert agrandissant
sous l’ œil implacable de l’éternité
l’océan du sable au repos
les véritables exilés moururent de fatigue
sauf le sphinx qui exhala, avide, le souffle du désert
Motto: ”My uncle loves me too much…”
Gwendolyn Brooks
I don’t know how old I am
perhaps six or seconds before
in the florist-shop across the river
all vases smell like hell
he is standing in a floating tub
in the middle
a central-piece on a quantity of water
my uncle is nice
my uncle is fishing
I like him a lot
he loves me too much
one by one
they are pressing the button for more
I nod and
talk to them with my mouth shut
(my mouth is full of popcorn and wisdom)
I tell them to walk through fire with grace
save your words and
bring me an edelweiss - my eyebrow says
show me how you catch a ray
your bullets are buried in the snow above me
stop shooting blue birds
they’re made of plastic and
no thunder can save you
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