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Mail From Merle

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

family is my uncle

imaginea utilizatorului Virgil

depression

...

I hate cars passing
under my window like sea crabs
running thru rain
the wind brings familiar smells
from the old restaurant
across the street
my brain craves snow
I stare at the phone in vain
no rings this evening no soul
nobody knows I’m here
but the brown ageless cat
on my couch
exquisitely ignoring me

imaginea utilizatorului cfr

Poèmes sous-réalistes

Ex nihilo, Omnia

POÈMES SOUS – RÉALISTES

01.
A l’ombre de la lumière,
Lendemain se fait hier

A l’autre bout de l’autre bout
Rien se transforme en tout

Aux ternes feux de l’or-or
Même la Raison s’endort

02.
Passé minuit
Soleil lève luit

L’aube se fait nuit
Qui nous éblouit

Le froid nous cuit
Le noir blanchit

03.
Au petit matin
S’endort l’malin

A midi
On s’évanouit

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