Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

The First Words Were Given

I don’t believe people who think they live in reality
Dangerous people who eclipse the world
Live in a cave and think they love you
Unexpected words are running my flow
Like jewelry emeralds and diamonds that float
Rubies of your mind shine in the back of our soul
We live in red and green and army blue yellow
I don’t believe people whose only and single glory
Is to paint everything in grey and make their children grow
In a flat boring landscape
That stretches in the only direction of a one dimension mind
I don’t believe people that build the truth like they build a house
And pay taxes to feel they’re right to rule the day
People of a uniform world
That follow a line
Which is a line of death

I am ruined I am empty
I’m outside of any reckoned family
I am a volunteer for each anathema
I’m a stranger to any stockholder party
I know the science of my personal drama
I am vaccinated against almost all feinted feelings
Those gestures we’re taught to keep on forfeiting
But my daughter won’t grow
Thinking I betrayed her from the start
Thinking I blinded her so she could fit with the same row
All the dead men ever walked in
And sat wisely in their crepuscular shadow

The first words were given my friends
The only pact that keeps me saying
And the only memory that is worth saving
Is that your mind is a pencil
Writing until the end of time