walk with me into the polar night
cold is the new heat
didn’t you know?
you like to watch blood penetrating the snow
do you want to touch it?
the climate will change
the oceans shall rise above our chins
and turn our fur to white
the sun shall linger under the horizon
patiently restrained by strings of darkness
the sun shall never come up!
and when I wish it to be true
one more time
just this once
the universe listens
and sends down its moons
wrapped up in sonatas
these fingers searching and searching
will they find me?
deep down
where the ropes end
where the light is thin
like a last breath
like a string
stretched beyond death
in a perfect tune
me,
this piece of wood
[inspired by Wendy Cope’s anthology ‘The Funny Side’ - published by faber and faber]
The sun is nowhere
This summer’s delayed
My throat is like sandpaper
Earth is my head
I read Wendy Cope’s masterpiece and I blabber:
“Will I ever be published by faber and faber?”
The news just announced
Now, at BBC
That people live longer surrounded by sea
“Rubbish” I say and switch of the TV
“I’d live longer only if ff published me.”
God and Devil - immortal twins separated at birth
me - stuck with my mortal disoriented life
in the middle of their sibling rivalry
when I’m lost in their games
(the 'Right vs Wrong’ always gets to me!)
I call for God - the loving and caring one
for a chat and guidance
sometimes he answers sometimes I have to leave a prayer
la nuit est comme la caresse du papillon
parmi des mots déchirés d’oubli
ses lettres brûlent encore
ma peau...mes rêves
glissent silencieusement
sous nos prochains réverbères éteints
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