A meal for two   
A real   
Not at a discount   
With fries and beef   
It's taken between friends   
To a saxophone tune   
In a good restaurant   
Between the ice cream man   
And the smile of the farmer   
Without the horses' hooves   
Don't bang too much on the pavement   
So that we can understand each other a little   
To tell us   
What life has been    
And that the paths taken   
For ages   
At the saloon door   
When the desert wind blew   
Rolling his balls of dry thorns   
What amused the children                         
From hypothetical encounters   
By the law of a better elsewhere   
Along the waves of the old ocean    
Magic wandering   
From our experiences as fathers   
Riding on the hazel of dreams   
Running big train   
Into the unknown   
Walking syndrome or puncture   
Fragile pitfall   
To hold on to   
Door open to rites of passage   
And all this for real   
A meal for two   
Not at a discount   
With fries and beef   
Who is taken among friends   
To a samba tune   
This time.      
 
1311

A train is coming   
Like rain in the night   
Of remarkable intelligence   
The curly of screaming metal   
Making all literature his own.      
 
The lights flicker   
Mouth full of marshmallows   
In weary waves   
Deporting towards the coast   
The remains of the stranding.       
 
You will be   
You will not be   
The injunctions pile up   
Driftwood drifts   
Before engulfment.      
 
At the end   
At the edge of the platform   
A large vine allows connection   
From the known to the unknown   
Source d'carelessness.
 
And to meet   
In the sacred cave   
Light scents   
From all sides granted   
Masters of mystery.      
 
Inaccessible evidence   
Demonstration revealed   
New areas of Reality   
The procession of the cronies   
Making the shadows of lethe his own.      
 
1310

People of the victims   
With a raised fist   
Shadow Fighters   
I extend my hand to you   
At alarm time.      
 
I wrap a firm arm around   
Rags and velvets   
In protection   
High-sounding theories   
Domination by the Other.      
 
On the banks of an oriental river   
I collect the sediments from La Relève   
For a trifle of a moment   
Rebelling in the face of the flow of emotion   
And the bags of'heroin.      
 
Isthmus of the hand   
Irrigated by the blood of the righteous   
I know that behind the wall   
There is the mineral rose   
Mayakovsky's rose.      
 
In the darkest of the night   
The child will be conceived   
In the discomfort of a makeshift bed   
Shot wisely   
Outside of affiliations and beliefs.      
 
By the dissolution of body and mind   
Across borders   
The poet emits and transmits   
The mind at the service of the path   
Double as good.       
 
( Drawing by Jean-Claude Guerrero )
 
1309

Moon rain   
Falling back into the forest   
Passing from life to death   
Time for a small step.         
 
Sound permission   
From the collapsed beam   
Outside the confined space   
In a voice without words.      
 
And who picks up   
Delicious vanity   
Why and how   
Of the eternal lover.      
 
Plays there   
Between myth and human   
The oblique presence   
Of a biblical offer.      
 
Very young   
And old for more compassion   
They lived their dream   
In a brief note.      
 
What will people say about it?    
From bending the knees   
Were subject   
And day and night.      
 
Survival swallower   
The poet by consent   
Hail the wing   
Of the rebellious bird.      
 
To jump   
From one feather to the other   
Without taking a glove   
On the back of the wanderer.      
 
Between the floor slats   
Remains the baby bird   
Who has his mouth wide open   
Receives green caterpillar.      
 
From suffering to happiness   
From prose to poetry   
Pass the necessary wind   
To achieve worth the water.      
 
Streaming   
Out of nothingness   
Rain beads   
Have languished.      
 
Openwork pleasure
Trocadéro station   
We took the happy side   
To sing the hymn of heaven.      
 
1308

Ciao Baby   
Catch the rhythm   
While the Spartan slaps on the ground   
The moon shines on the screen of our sleepless nights   
As an ideal self-image.      
 
Transition point   
Until the last molt   
With coprophagous sequences   
We will bleed the Tibetan maple dry   
Last trauma before abundance.      
 
In the effect of deep nature   
Deep female voice   
Accompanying the last litany   
For promised birth   
In the time to come.      
 
The clouds roll by   
With slow breath   
Towards the Italian border   
From right to left everything changes   
From left to right like at home.      
 
The sun of the party   
Flood the terrace   
For heavy flying beetles   
Inoculate the harsh response   
At the cornucopias.      
 
And sail the world of entertainment   
Full use of trinkets   
In front of the common medication grave   
In an emergency to live   
In these irreversible times.      
 
1307

Appuyées sur la rigueur   
Les stigmates des contes de fée   
Donnent aux rites de passage   
La possibilité d'affronter   
Sa propre impermanence et sa morbidité.      
 
Finissons-en de la beauté artistique   
Soyons le maître des mystères sacrés   
Magnifions les trois règnes   
En investigation sans préjugés   
Transcendons l'espace, le temps et la causalité.       
 
Ecru of you   
La symphonie des tissages de l'esprit   
Nous avons économisé la tendresse des espaces infinis   
Sans renier nos aspirations   
À vivre et nourrir la dernière mission.      
 
De quel voyage s'agit-il   
Toi homme   
Qui frappe de la tête   
Le chambranle des chambres   
En quête de la Vérité ?      
 
D'air et d'eau   
Il me vit au fond du canyon   
À parader de délicate manière   
Par les rochers et les vasques   
Des cupules de l'incantation.      
 
De la construction universelle   
Il fût privé   
Pour s'éteindre à petit feu   
À petits bruits   
Sur le pavé des certitudes.      
 
Quel joli col il offrit   
Lui le déjà venu   
Sur le mode historique   
Parodiant le jeteur de sort   
Pour particules subatomiques.      
 
De réalité point   
Juste le justaucorps du Vide   
Posé allongé sur la table d'opération   
Baleine en gestation   
Recouverte du plancton des origines.      
 
Les enfants se sont éparpillés   
Sur le sable du boulevard   
Considérant la rencontre avec leur mère   
Comme bilan devant être chanté   
Avec émotions et pensées venues.      
 
Épuise-t-on du regard   
L'ordre et la mesure   
D'une vie passée à se démarquer   
De la peur et de la mort   
Ces sœurs de l'aventure.      
 
La recherche est noble attitude   
Devant le peu de cas dévolu aux dérobades   
Histoire de contempler Guignol et sa troupe   
Faisant grand tapage   
Au castelet de nos amours.      
 
Dieu et Démon   
Du fond des âges   
Percent la mandragore   
L'œil de toutes choses émulsionnées   
Dans la marmite des géants.      
 

1306

Posed Thought   
Posément en l'émargement du quotidien   
Carrière à développer   
Sans batifolage   
La vision matérialiste s'est éteinte.      
 
Et le film de se dérouler   
Inexorablement jusqu'en la cinquante neuvième année   
Tel le dévidoir   
Où flottaient librement    
Les fils de la Vierge.      
 
A faire demi-tour   
Provoque de fréquentes bifurcations   
Dans l'ordre des choses   
Tonalité mystique   
Pour des bénéficiaires triés sur le volet.      
 
1305

Nulle réserve   
Il m'attend   
Je vitalise mes intentions   
Dans cette marche   
Aux croustillants insectes   
Tenant lieu de sentier fleuri.      
 
Le rocher   
En ses cicatrices profondes   
Protège le cœur immense de la terre   
Nous enjoignant d'être l'usure des siècles   
Et l'Éternel   
Fraîchement né à ce qui nous délègue.      
 
Le regard lavé des préjugés   
Soyons la Source   
L'entrée dans le Réel   
La maîtrise d'un savoir faire   
Ouvré de la gentillesse des fleurs bleues   
Comme de la Lumière donnée à tous.      
 
1304