My room is full of ghosts
I checked with the administration
And they said it’s safe
(they always say that)
Nobody is here
But they don’t see what I see
They don’t see all my dead friends
Playing whist at the table near the window
And never winning
Nor do they see dad painstakingly tuning the radio to find
That sad political debate every night
Or the old lady (her name keeps eluding me)
Knitting quietly near the grey tv set
And definitely they don’t see her
Smiling so strange
I, the hindsight
have come a long way
(globe-trotting with my Siamese, the second-guesser
who might have gone a bit too far)
we are travel-worn
are there any vacancies?
The janitor
(how peculiar, his name was Janus)
spoke with a forked tongue
“there’s only room for one
but you could double up”
as soon as we plunged
into our truckle bed
with a sinking feeling
we overheard
Eyes bathed in tears of failure
Are hiding from your questing sight,
Mind, thoughts and senses become blure.
Don't ask why or how...you might!
Hands try to reach your hair
Stenched by a deceiving sweat,
But all they can find is a shape of despair
Wanting what should not be meant...
Queens and gods...may deserve bowness,
You...my dear are just a glimpse of my darkness
je dessine lentement mon amour
au temps des bateaux de pêche de l’île
vers des royaumes aveugles
telle la tendresse perdue de ton corps
respirant encore sous ma peau
la colère des dieux entre les murs du Parnasse
la sécheresse des mots
On lacère sur l’épaule d’une pyramide
des formules avec A et B ;
on casse une branche du chêne
en hurlant « Sois femme !!! »
Cléopâtre
boit le venin
au goût de serpent
et jette du sang
sur la pomme d’Adam.
Un eunuque prie
au crocodile- idole
et le Nil coule lascif
sur les cuisses d’Aphrodite.
Avec un éventail en demi-cercle
on coupe les seins de Cléopâtre
en forme de croix.
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