Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Oblivion my Dear

And then I left you slowly sleep down into oblivion 

I was rhee staring at my memories 

All the picture you send they slide in my memories 

And then I sat in my chair in the kitchen 

And told myself

You have to give this last glance for ever

It’s your body and your soul

What you gave and chose to share

Until it’s done until I wave back to my memories 

But still it has to pass in the stream of time

Until you sleep down into oblivion

I wake up I’m sharp 

I have this morning to shape up

The sun is shining or the rain is washing time

Drop after drop it’s digging melancholy

And the picture moves from blur to neat

But still I have to shape this up

It was not real it was a melody

I do remember I have no time for this foolish hobby

I go to work I forgive myself and I eat

The sun is shining and your body cross my mind

A reflect of your negligence

I remember you were funny

But still I have this massive time 

In front of me

You slide to oblivion 

I remember you are

Just a picture and not a memory

I cut time into pieces

Maybe next day I’ll be relieved 

Couldn’t even remember this name

I never know

I walk I dance I read and shout

Hoping for you to pass soon 

Into oblivion

Into the forgotten things of my mind

Into oblivion 

Into oblivion 

I wish you would

I wish so much

Deep down into oblivion 

So soon

Illustration : Odilon Redon, Fishing Boats, Memories of Venice, 1908.