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SUITE IN A Major DOUBT
SAW up and down
grease varnished wood
I follow a symmetric
path sandy reversible
Jump in slide out
from one to another
soapy screeching track
I lost the string
that was smuggled secretly ;
and left roaming
these entangled corridors
When is it planned
that I must meet
my horny twin
craving for meat ?
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S. P. Q. R.
ME, here, writing in a sense
MYSELF not so sure it is worth the ascent ;
I address myself to you
ME, out of here, riding innocence
MYSELF rather insecure whether it's got a scent
I wonder how to dress my words to you
ME, out of her ; anchoring
MYSELF deep in my shellful of ink
I secrete mysteries open only to me, myself and I.
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FOOTSTEPS
FROM the ceiling
fall the footsteps
thrown to the floor upstairs
Facing my ceiling
that pours steadily
in my mouth,
I swallow the slow flow of a
liquid syrup coming down
A cast of slimy matter moulded
around my body,
A crystal gum that kindly
clinks to the wind
in soft resonance;
in spite of the shut window
The wall now vibrates to this careful chord,
refreshes the sweat on my forefront
Unwilling I nonetheless
share the expecting from above,
a deliverance to come ?
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YOUNG DEATH AND THE MAIDEN
( From the picture of a young girl )
ANGER Angry Angel
Have you smelled the rust on your wrists ?
Heard your bones howling, shrieking
at whatever comes near
Winked at your stiffened muscles
Copper eyed friend
I can't wait to redden under your hot steam
I can't wait to see your electric whiskers
grow rise and hunt down
your equally aroused prey
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X X X X
SLUMBER in your ice cube :
I'll shape you with my teeth
And wake you with my warm breath
And once your face bears
Your four lettered name,
You shall serve me and I will dread you
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IN - 8
INCANTATIONS
Incarnations
We'll sing you
In my Octavo
We'll prey you
In abstracto
Using any innuendo
Detach in our monochrome voices
Tongue shaped mouthfuls
Of polymaniac cantatas
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SUBTERRANEANSCENE
HONEY hair and swamp eyes
Walking about the platform of a metro station
Guitar and harmonica play
Not for you no
For the crickets creaking and the mice scraping
On the tracks
You're hot and tired ;
It is late already.
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HE is walking on the water
- Hey you ! water is forbidden here, get out of there.
- But people are swimming... I sincerely believed it was allowed..
- Well trust me, it isn't !
He sinks |
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WAITING [ ],
Expecting an Ending
Expect, Hope, Prophesy
an ever deceiving rescue
Better try another set :
Expectorate, Exorcise, Excise
this erecting emergency
For what aim to achieve ?
In the meantime I stand
And resolve to just circum-
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CORPS A CORPS
SEIZE the whole,
by each of its parts !
Get to grips with a whole of a part ;
Alice shows her teeth : stab stab stab !
Then,
Prepare for your milky mud bath
( A trio of circles writes your presence,
Hail then desert you )
Cleanse your ritual wounds,
in the fluffy cotton lake
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A few words I chew
A few words I brew
And their substance is mine
and all is left is the gum
to bubble it out,
to erase your eyes,
Turning from blue to green
O cold colours !
Will you spread your warm look around me... |
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AFTERNOONS
I. THE shadow of a lock
over yellow paper
with shiny glasses of water
II. LOST in the contemplation
of my pencil,
I think of all
the potential words
contained in the graphite stick
waiting to be spread on paper ;
I amaze myself at the possibilities
the wordbuds, word shells
inhabited - though deadlike -
fossil soul fuel.
III. AFTER the storms,
The white crude sky
lets the city breathe,
nude in neutrality,
revealed in non partisan light.
The blue setting
has been removed,
things show in their essence
in the very light of day ;
the heat has been washed away
with the rain.
The watcher is left with
the sight of an illusion of reality.
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SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION
SHE set fire to the library
- how it happened remains mysterious.
All I watched was both
green rays touching the wood simultaneously
And her yellow hair redden at its
extremity.
The burning pages diffused
a strong smell of incense
that gathered with the dust
in the trees,
in the neighbouring park.
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Contra Punctum
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