Triptyque octosyllabique sans raison

J’ai mis du blanc au congélo
je l’ai fait vibrer jusqu’au bleu
Est-ce la pierre ou bien des os
J’ai foi en le principe aqueux

J’ai pris le rouge où cette cendre
devient la braise en hésitant
C’est comme pécher le grand sandre
Pour le vider de tout son sang

Petits émois grande chimie
dans le creuset de mon cœur d’or
J’ai pris la terre et fait des plis
Une cathédrale ton corps

Paris, nuit du 4 au 5 Juillet 2018, terrasse du Kim’s bar, rue de Crimée

I'm writing. Poems. Stories. Songs. And not so boring reviews about movies, actors and, when I get really angry, news. In the blank spaces, I'm teaching. "Littérature". In a high school. A French one. In Copenhagen. In Denmark. On Earth, in the so-called (Scientist, Priests, Painters, Bakers and Postmen but curiously no Politics) so, in the so-called Universe, on Earth, in Denmark, Copenhagen. My biography is still in progress and will be updated when required. Next time I'm considering quitting everything for a non-sense relocation project of myself in Louisiana (the American one) or writing a poem to some iconic beautiful woman who has crossed my path for just a glance and I want to make it last. In vain, it goes without saying : told you I was a poet. Here it is folks. Haw ! most of all, and not to be forgotten : All my Love. Enjoy reading (and not only me). Sébastien

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