Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

The Last Ticket To Drop 

Read in the dive of a new contest
This party game is almost done
But you still have to play the rest
Until unforgotten the yellow mood is gone

Unfortunate is the kind of looser
That drops in the well of a sleeping chance
The scratch ticket he bought 
Nobody knows what kind of mistake you make
When you pull back your horse in fear of heights 

Come and see my will
Through the crystal reflexion of my losses 
Daydreaming is the worst pastime 
When you are too lazy to commit the dullest crime

Wind under the coat during a fearless night
The lonely road pierces under the trees
I’m waiting for a boat like a homeless child
Disfigured by the Comprachicos 
I’m howling in the wind when my mouth has no tongue

And I’m blinder than a stone I am deaf to any song
The burden is coming and there is no escape
On the cliff of savageness a lonely star is shining
It’s a black-and-white landscape with colored memories 
And the sea is climbing

illustration : Christopher Walken in The Deer Hunter, Michael CIMINO, 1978.