Friday, March 4, 2011

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A partir d'un supplément mensonger

I threw to spray the nettles that grew in fragrant
candor in the day, braided
And my moods so long necklaces
What you can never go around,
If the urge takes you perverted t ' to rub

Under the shade of a linden tree in full bloom
I walk round and firm
That dig ruts my eternal visions
These memories dotting my eyelids
Without logic, without reason and without words I

I slept in large pages
I cover you with flowers missing
I use you in returning the storm I'm waiting
sad, happy, sorry, naked


I wait I wait I wait


(I think)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

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Philosphie post

Four vultures circled
few clouds distilled
Between the pear and plum brown moiré
Four nights without dreams and walk-
I tipped
A glass bottom

And the four vultures turned

They came off the edge of the wing
Familiar with metaphysical approaches
They talked about Nietzsche and Schopenhauer
Me let marinate for an hour
Charming vultures
A bottom lip and skinned

My books quatre vautours riaient riaient

Finalement repus de philosophie
De ma moelle exhibée et de mes plaies osseuses
Ils sont retournés vers soleil levant
Me laissant enivré de brume matinale
Prêt pour
Un nouvel universel

Et les autres vautours tournaient