Paysage Encore / Still Landscape L’intranquillité torsion Intranquility torsionC’est la mise minimum This is the lowest betL’assiette à rétablir Landing attitude to be holdLa règle d’aviation Flying rule it is Pensées prédatrices qui volent des lambeaux de chair Predatory thougths pilfering some shreds of fleshAu territoire des songes From the territory of dreamsCreusent des fosses... Lire la Suite →
Can You Hear Me
Can You Hear Me I feel free I'm deliveredBut still I've a stone rambling on in my sackWhat does it meanShould I stay quiet If I am not a Saint am I allowed to talkTo anyoneI have no seeblingTo anyone who trust meI have no friend Let's talk about the stoneLet's talk what it is... Lire la Suite →
The Leather Scale On the leather scale I would drop my jacket in the river On the leaher scale I would drop my skin and no horizon Nothing to expect I dropped myself And humanity is just an audience Ready to clap But most of all is just ready to blame I’m like a glove... Lire la Suite →
The Ocean is Rising / courtesy of Lucy The world has been shared the world is owned It’s a perpetual rehearsal of of the grapes of wrath But I have no land to be spoiled of It’s only me And some astrology What a crazy idea to be born in such a parody We talk... Lire la Suite →
Plumed in the Distance /Life is Breakfast Life is breakfast I could extend this moment to the end of my life Grapes are my thoughts pumping on the table and rolling to the edge Can you think of a more cheerful and heartwarming present than a plate of scrambled eggs Slow movement for a scene... Lire la Suite →
The Bridge
The Bridge If you walk by the bridge like you walk in the air The sky as a mirror to the river flowing belowTerrors and joys are merging in the whirl And there is no colour though they’re all in the spinDo not name anything if you still want to breath Do not count your... Lire la Suite →
The Deer
The Deer Black crows aligning on the single wire in the skyAt ten feet from the ground on the open field white and blue in the nightAnd a lonely barn big holes in the roof let the snow fall insideStands in the window in the yellow moonlightFootprints on the path which forces them to faceFrom... Lire la Suite →
Some Other Birds
Some Other Birds Some birds they sing right through your headNobody else can hear them singIt’s like a concert no one’s heardUnder the sea under the dreamIt’s like a Pompeii rehearsalAll in your headProvidential Some birds are black on their branchesSome others white in the sun beamI’m like a bird dry my feathersWith an invisible... Lire la Suite →
The Sedge Has Withered (You Speak Alone)
The Sedge Has Withered(You Speak Alone) It’s always a bit of a desertWhen you speak alonePeople chatting in the chamberBut you speak alone Is it your own burialOr is it your birthdayYou speak true no denialBut alone on your way I think I’m a musicianWaiting for a set listI think I’m no patricianTo be elected... Lire la Suite →
https://youtu.be/Bu7ComF1S0Q All my dreams The lights are always on red The radio man sits on one item I turn around and I see your face That reminds me of you The blossom comes, it quickly grows Those animals, they soon get old And nature finds a way to take it home Whoever you are I... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 