Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times
textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
Are You Blind or Cruel It's 2020 and you text meAm I lucky or unluckyIt's been a while but you don't careCause you miss meEnough for you with courtesyBut the clock just said you're wrongThere's no second chances for second premises It's always the same storyIt's only pain that brings us downIt's always the same... Lire la Suite →
Top of the Street I sit on the edgeWaiting for it to goSit on the edgeFor her to blowSitting at the windowI sit at the top of the streetYou can go you go And I don't really careLook at me sitting in the airLook at me I can blow like the windSit at the doors... Lire la Suite →
Colony Are we living in a colonyAre all those walls infinityAre we climbing a plane surfaceIs it a mask stuck on your faceI feel my fingers stickingMy coffee dropped on the tableAll the circles are leaningTo this place exactly I feel unstableAre those people walking in lineAm I abused by the sun that blinds meMy... Lire la Suite →
Teasy Morning Teasy morning nothing is left about last nightTeasy morning all the shadows from yesterday are back to fightWere they waiting under the bed like a sustainWhat a weard way to make an entry into life again All this space and all this time what do I careThe day is wide like an empty... Lire la Suite →
A Simple Man If I can get some booze and some albumI can make it run and run and runI can make it run from dusk to dawnI just can make it on my own But of course you can talk to meThink I’m a prince of courtesyBut you won’t get any answerI’m stuck down... Lire la Suite →
Desire You play the ball behind the lineYou hesitate to play it slideBut in your core you want it deepYou play the line to reach for more You play it at the verticalityComing from above you make it sharpCuting the line you fight against the atrocityOf being flat a butterfly stuck on the sheet Everyone... Lire la Suite →
There's no Magic in this World Oh I was very closeEmbracing the sunMore than Icarus's doneBut then it's gone There's no magic in this worldThere's no poetryAll that mysteryIs just in my head The door is closeThere's nothing left in that boxSadness aroseAnd then anger and then intoxWhen you walk on a wireDon't look downDon't... Lire la Suite →
A Tale for Now I’m walking the ground made of grassIn the distance some chimney harasses cloudsOf unfortunate tales never toldI think we need to be astounded You took two pictures of meYou sent them back for an autopsyBut I don’t read in guts of corpsesI’m just following the harmony But in this shade of... Lire la Suite →
You Were So Cold You were just cold as timesLike a two dimensions picture frameWhen it should have been a bubble or a sphere On an ancient painting you can see the canvasBut you were cold as grief dry like ArizonaWe could see the bones in the words you speakAnd even more in the ones... Lire la Suite →
Those Tears Are Not Mine I'm seeking in the midnight runI have no religion I'm not looking for funWhat are tracking my feet is a true premonitionI think I've lost my soul in the last wagonLook at theses tears they are not mineNot now not mineLook at these tears they are not mineNot now not... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 