I thought we could be together for ever
But now I realise it was just an escape,
The sweet dream of today’s sinner
Like the passing taste of a choky grape.
I never realised the rose was sear
That love could be my whipper
And my heart will scream for fear
Of my loneliness going deeper.
The darkness it’s my haven
And I’m a mouse in a cat’s paw
For me there is no heaven
bare-foot on window ledge
with knees to chest
while coldness
weaves a nightgown
from shoulders to horizon
it snows with cryogenic
wool
white is all there is
and
when his sleepless temples
slump in my lap
blood flows a crimson tide
through half my heart
and a bird
wings back into my bones
as waters rise
under soles
"Oublier en avant" - Ed Jacques Bremond, France, 2002
les mythes
commes les pierres
quelques lettres non déchiffrées
sèchant au soleil
je tourne la tête
ce mot
- disparu
au coeur de la pierre
la plus dense obscurité
le pouls des pierres
l'instant qui rend
insupportable la cohésion
de la matière:
les grains de sable sont nés
ayant oublié l'unité de la pierre
passe
le spasme de la pierre
passe
l'onde
indolente
de l'heure
emma is a girl
i never asked her anything
(she may very well be an animal
or a clock)
or maybe she is
an animal and a clock
i never asked her anything
but she is ticking
like a clock
is moving like an animal
friday i’ll ask her out
emma is a time bomb
but today is just another day
it’s just tuesday
or maybe all this
is another terrorist plot
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