TOUTE CETTE SORTE DE CHOSES
CONTRA PUNCTUM LIVRE III
29. ONE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW [ past time pastime ]
30. PARTING SCENE [ No goodbyes ]
31. THE KREPTILE [ followed by Have a talk with him ]
32. ERATO MADE ME COMMIT AN ERRATUM
33. LE HOUND SUR LA LUNE [ Lyrical Sonnet ]
34. BEHIND MY PLASTIC WALL [ w..t do y.u s.y ? ]
35. TRANSPARENCY TRANSCENDANCE
36. FOLDED PAPER TRIP
37. HAIR WILL DO [ Thanks Guillaume ]
38. THE GOLDEN MASS AGE
39. 5 PM, TEA TIME TALK
40. IN SQUARE & CIRCLE [ I'd rather be skating on jell-o ]
ONE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW
past time pastime
ONE should do what one ought to do
One should do it,
the earlier the better
One should end one thing before one starts another
One should always think twice before one acts
but one must act promptly and respond swiftly
One is a really good good boy
but me, what am I to be ?
SHE is lying on the bed, deeply sleeping like a baby-barrel of beer in a cellar.
- HE : ( He turns to her and whispers, banging his fist on the wall.)
« I watch you sleep all day
after you wept and shrieked
you came all soaked with tears
your hair covered with rain drops
Sleep mon bébé sleep,
slip into deep slumber
No cold can reach you here
as I watch you while you lie
It's I who laid you there
to you, I could never lie »
- SHE : ( Indistinctly, because she has a caramel in her mouth ).
« It's not funny whatsoever, I swear he had a licorice crucifix in his hand ! »
- HE : « You don't say »
- SHE : « Yes I do say »
- HE : « I mean, " you don't say " »
- SHE : « Yes I did say. I'm off »
She stands up
- HE : ( Very gentlemanly, doing a little curtsy.)
« Well, wait : allow me at least to open the door of the fridge for you »
followed by Have a talk with him
( but not too long for his fee is grim )
SHE comes in through the mailbox,
smokes her way out of the envelope
creeps with ease and dives as well
will she draw me to the undersea
where no light is one to see,
or will she lead me to the weed
that shall feed and comfort me
Schmuck, why do you ask me ?
Eli !, Am I The Future to know was los ist ?
Ask my brother.
But your brother is nowhere to be found
( for so far unknown reasons ) !
Am I my brother's babysitter ?
Be quiet :
THE LESS YOU'RE TOLD,
THE MORE YOU'LL KNOW ONCE YOU STOP TO IGNORE IT.
( What the hell is that ? some Weedy Allen parody ? ! )
ERATO MADE ME COMMIT AN ERRATUM
It's always someone else's fault
ou : j'ai un rateau dans le radium
I start coughin'
I'll sure end in a coffin
took some codeine
I'm sick of this coding
I'm full of caffeine
and my blood's a'thickenin'
thickening into marble syrup
LE HOUND SUR LA LUNE
I ground a hound on a merry-go-round
It howls and moans and cries :
Why do you ground me in such a fashion ?
I aspire to higher hopes, help me
reach higher grounds !
He barks and barks and barks.
So he embarks on a trip to the moon :
He stops his moaning and goes for a walking
At five he came back to have some tea
with a little slice of fruit cake
BEHIND MY PLASTIC WALL
w..t do y.u s.y ?
GULLIBLE am I ?
No, understand I don't
Nonsensely act I ?
No, understand you don't
You speak wallawalla to me,
I'll act gullabully to you
It is a mystery
how you can hear me
and still be an alien to me
The gap in the language
erases my asperities
humour and emotion
mourning and devotion
I stay prisoner of a plastic showcase
in which I revolve
in a comic slow motion
IN a glass of water
back on the bottom
fall on my face
wh - ?
FOLDED PAPER TRIP
ABOARD my paper aeroplane,
the service is peculiar :
no smiling stewardess nor proud pilot
no demanding passenger but me
Only ultralight cigarette
Smoke is allowed on board,
Milk must be skimmed
to the bone,
and ready to shake
your mood too must be adequate,
and you're strongly invited to cheer upwards,
(as for humour, if you want a safe and pleasant trip,
be careful not to bring the level
HAIR WILL DO
I am the son of Sam,
let my hair grow for a woman
I am Sam's son,
gave up my hair
for an illusion
It's not the length that counts
It is the intention,
Gave up my hair for a She - male
my nice boy hair that made me look frail.
THE GOLDEN MASS AGE
JUST put on some Mass in B,
Suddenly turn off the light :
music in obscurity
Blessed the one who is
Able to see sharpness in the sound,
Candid clarity in the cries and
|5 PM, TEA TIME TALK
WHAT happens when you actually MEET your desire,
in the park or in a cloud of milk ;
Does it just go on,
or does it silently fall down and breaks into tiny little pieces you can gather in an envelope ?
Oh my dear, don't you worry about that,
you'll NEVER meet your desire.
It is the one with no name,
the ever changing one
IN SQUARE & CIRCLE
I'd rather be skating on jell - o
IN my gum bubble, in the middle of a square,
I can't hear anything
silence sticks to my eyelids
and keeps my eyes open
No way to move any single
outstretched arm or leg.
Hey ! Leonardo, free me,
draw me a helicopter