Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

They’re All Gone

They’re all gone
Do they mind my mind is blown
Trying to fix the absence
In those solid tears
That come without me
Knowing I am alone
Cause yes they are
They are all gone

I am the one to know
I know when you can’t speak
Cause it is now
And the mind is blowing
Asking my body
To stop a bit
This nonsense melancholy

Let’s dance to the river of fire
Let’s spread this fierce desire
Not to break apart anything
That’s coming from the gut
With my blood saying yes
You have some right to cry
Sex is a fantasy
That would happen
In a supplemental fantasy
Cause I’m writing faster
Than you will ever see