Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Pity Life

Disruption makes the flow
And discontinuity has stolen any reason
Time is cut and my life has no stream
It is impossible to go
From point A to point B
And still I need the rhythm
And still I need the stream
I can’t achieve to be the cheapest character
Writing a poem is nothing
Or maybe it is not a poem
As far as I can see I just pretend
There’s nothing to tell
It’s an easy meaning escape and manwreck on the shore
There is no Space Odyssey
For those like me who just enter in the show
Imitation is the worst thing a human can do
I never unfolded the bed
To sleep really in your dreams
I just betrayed the moon
I will not die too soon
The drummer has no arm
The dreamer has no dream
And still we have a battle to forfeit
It’s even impossible to stay asleep
Into the realm of a pure lack of ambition

illustration : Le disque d’accrétion du trou noir M87* imagé par l’Event Horizon Telescope.