Feather
Damn feather
Elevating
High contention
Within reach of the moon.      
 
Feather damn feather
Discovering on the horizon
The coming of the shadow
Under Orion's candelabra
Obsidional Sailing Marotte.      
 
Of blood and sweat
Filtering through the lids
I saw the pas de deux
Cypress trees in the cemetery
In the highest heavens.      
 
Wise base
Stuck in the earth and sand
For in front of the eyes
Restoring the Tower of Babel
In the pandemonium of illusions.      
 
They went around the circle
Children with shrill cries
Until smoke rises
Along the marquee pole
Fluid silhouette embalming the arena.      
 
Loss of attention
Bifurcation of instinct
Among the ageless ivy
The partridge nestled
With the eye of the planisphere.      
 
I am
I wander yesterday and today
And yet I continue
What Growing Up Means
Towards the Voice, the voices, sending voices.      
 
1400

I like those who are resourceful
And take my chin
Between the fingers of reason
Crushed plum
On the dicotyledon of a song.      
 
Drinking song
Charming song
Charming popular song
To hit head on
The heart of Veronese.      
 
She walks at night
Every night
On the rustling gravel path
Let the wind complete
From a rise of dust.      
 
The blue flower glasses
Eggshells
On the colored mint
Cracked an opening
As soon as the coffee is served.      
 
I like those who ride
Under the tables
At open grave
On the cold slab
To tell the rosary of memories.      
 
And to grow
All these people after their death
Strapped in their cockpit
As the snow sparkles
Lives of our desires.      
 
This life
Radiance of the deep nights
I went through it
As much as I wanted
Of cold and mixed thoughts.      
 
Breathe
And no longer have to say
To immerse the meaning
So that poem itself
Resonates with silence.      
 
The whispered word
Clear and intelligible zip recognition
To go up and down along the torso
Torturers of the faith
Right in the memory.      
 
And the face to swoon
Reflecting with regret
The whiff of winter with the scent of coal
So light so persistent
Candy apple to chew on the spot.      
 
At the bottom of the beach
In the fall of the howling swell
I brewed the senseless with pleasure
For the abyss of wisdom
Embrace the process of life.      
 
As long as it slips
The sky in its shenanigans
Of a high destiny
You were at the semblance
Of a fall of fine fine fine rain.      
 
1399
 
 

Wire to wire
Within reach of persuasion
I had the grace to be born.      
 
Passerby inoperative
Just causes
I wanted to do well.      
 
Curiously
At the height of my waiting
I cheered the Master.   
 
From the ragged field
With a quivering past
I added drops of sweat in abundance.      
 
Coil of the future
Solenoid with a thousand virtues
I felt the drip of impulses.      
 
And to testify
That the yard is full of children
playing hopscotch.      
 
Grab then leave
As pure lightning
Which will never fade.      
 
A 4   
Hanging invisible unspeakable
Before the opening of the zenith.      
 
So that time runs out
The dead of mine
Final permanent presence.     
 
The night is running out of steam
At the height of hope
My son's hat flies off.      
 
To trade
The calm twilight
With full voices.      
 
And to remember
On the Nantes bridge
The immense noise of the sea.      
 
Let her dance
Or withdraw
No wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.      
 
Overrated
Beyond youth
The oracle struck one last time.      
 
Ritual of joy
Jingles my principle
Drunkenness fulfills every desire.      
 
Lower
In the mezzanine
The torch burns.      
 
The wave vibrates
First-hand darkness
The guide opens the way of waiting.      
 
On time
The circle gives way
Without pushing back the accustomed crowds.      
 
Limbless form
I discover without veils
The silence of hot lands.      
 
For injured
Turn around
And exhale.      
 
( work of Jean-Claude Guerrero )
 
1398

A thousand turns of mind
Got stuffed
In front of the Blue Cat.      
 
Immediate release
Good pages from the review
Along with the weary waves.      
 
Loyalty presence
Of the simple life
Outside the sanctuaries.      
 
In the sudden attack of a thought
Yours was dry shirt
Release of discordant tears.      
 
Comforted by the aroma of presence
I knew the hard way
That the fiery cloud could bury.      
 
Spirit oh Spirit
Masters beyond the mystery
Your lightness makes me a total destiny.      
 
Furrowed by the tenderness of the Builder
The trunk took it for granted
Just two or three words at the exit.      
 
Condemned to deep love
We wandered at the borders
The bold smile on your lips.      
 
To suffer very high
Every voice escaping the bifurcation
The lineage was busy taking the break.      
 
Unconscious
Without flower or duration of prose
The poem illuminated the morning.      
 
To take each other by the hand
The proud light of the undergrowth
Arranged the original disorder.      
 
Great souls were hurtling
Brave and heavenly
Goose-stepping muddy banks.      
 
Stupor
Only source within reach of fervor
We veiled the full of wise things.      
 
And the meaning in all this
Until times gone by
Flowing back from his audacity to have been.      
 
On the edge of an elegant dream
The golden rays descended
Filled with black light.
 
Breakthrough Rocked Dance
The frozen amber forest embarrassed the breeze
Rising in contemplation across the immense plain.      
 
Throwing crowns over the railing
Corresponded to the foliage of yesteryear
Shivering loyally on the fixed memory.      
 
One by one
By the light of the street lights
The voices of the Opera came out through the carriage door.        
 
Glowing minuet with petrified petals
The frozen silence of the great dedicated calm
Unwound the rosary of his excesses.      
 
Infinity just a bare sky
Escaped in the likeness of the Ocean
City of resonant basins.      
 
Sweet chirping swallows
To the swinging head within reach of the nest
The day rejoices.      
 
1397

associated mother earth
Looking at the moon
Wooden slats
Inaugurate in the corner
Blooming Daisies.      
 
Sound stains
On her bleached skin
Meeting of the Flowers of Evil
In sulphurous company
To always be elsewhere.      
 
Shadow in decisions
In the depths of matter
Engages pleasantly
Life now
Life in every moment.      
 
A look cleansed of all prejudice
To take its source from the refugee bench
Face to face are
The marvel and the obscure arguing against instinct
Fine scans like breathing.     
 
Lasts in the house
Some tangles of reason
As long as we enrich
From a laser cut
The flight of time outside our galaxy.      
 
There would be trouble
Without ex post praise
Just a bookmark
What to spot
The graying of the pen on the paper.      
 
The diamond scratches the window
Cut to the level of the soul
Beautiful things not to own
For traces at the back of the yard
Engage thought.      
 
I hung the target on the garden wall
Inadvertently at the tip of the penknife
Say YES placidly
With bunches of wisteria
Crumbling under the jumble of words.      
 
A sponge will do the trick
Returning the coffee task
At the castle moat
For frog with vibrating throat
Make fun with white milk.      
 
The grace of the day
Cross the gray suburbs
Until the hour mark
Attend the departure of guests
The cleverly starched handkerchief in the pocket.      
 
No more gravel at the joints
The book opens to the correct page
Enough to understand the pure gesture
From the light sky
That knowledge monopolizes.      
 
The night at the end of the clock
Appears on the square
Hidden glory absolved of its conditioning
The greedy indentation
Overturning the silence of the cutlery.
 
1396
 

Look not to leave this earth
Soft row in the shade of the Friend
This beech at the time of the Last Supper
To the rumbling steps of a heavy heart.      
 
In the Very High that the grain activates
Like burning pitch
Emerged from the machicolations of the Spirit
Fury appeared as a holy image.      
 
Closed was the letter addressed
In the silence of the thundering stormy sky
Sacred writing was no longer short
Eternal being the darling of times gone by.      
 
The castle's cannonballs had found their place
By excess of love on the column commemorating
The passage of young people at the foot of the church
Fate offered to the dragon's tooth.      
 
Smooth crossing
In the faint breath of a crooked dream emitted
Like spring silk reflecting languor
Days of celebration after feasting.      
 
The poet remained to dance for good
Regulating the prescription for smoking vapors
Of a fire of peace suffocating with little noises
Such a solitary word reflecting paradise.      
 
O desert plains
Hogging the breath of the clouds
The boat shakes when on the other side of the dream
Escapes captive creaking the weathervane of the place.      
 
Dominate at the limits of simple blue
The mineral sky to which the gaze is naked
Palm at mid-horizon
Darting its destiny on the buds of elsewhere.      
 
So everything moves
Within reach of the dazzling burst of light
Slashing the suddenly opened window
Such embrace of the abyss.      
 
All around the murmuring vault
Envelope of a large load
The familiar ringing of bells
Cows going to the bleeding.      
 
That which exceeds the red line by one line
Eat away the sacred place of deliverance
Hair loose like an eagle's wing
Braving the echo of the angels' laughter.      
 
Powerful nodding of the quadruple foliage
The joy was great
When it landed in the vibrating heights
The graceful face of heaven's clock.      
 
1395                 

What do you tell me Big Cat
 
I salute you handsome man from the first floor
That there is friendship between us
That the chirping of the sparrows makes me raise my ears
That the snow has melted
That the layout of the garden has changed
That the garbage truck passed well this morning
That you look at me with more depth
That I dread coming to see you because the street to cross is so dangerous
That the window of the trapillou is still closed
That I like to scratch my claws on the almond tree
That the neighbor's shutters are still closed
You should think about buying kibble
That the terrace slabs are cold
That the first snowdrops will come
That I haven't come across the squirrels yet
That the shed is not open
Why the oleanders are still swaddled
That I have just seen the first buds of the hazel trees
That there are always helicopters in the sky
That I like to stretch out in the sun
That the fresh earth under the cherry tree is perfect for my needs
That I came across a badger last night
Let the hedgehog family jump from one garden to another
That a flock of barnacle geese crossed the sky
That the daisies are slow to come out
That the ceramic cat is there under the wisteria
Let the rusty rooster stand guard over the compost.      
 
 
Then, reversal carried out, Big Cat asked.
 
To purify my gaze
To promote my reunion with the soul of the child
To alleviate my chronic shyness
To let my laughter explode
To collect the morning dew with your lips
To gather the wandering atoms of my being
To try my hand at choral singing
To outline some Qi Qong postures
To become a tree in front of the tree
To trust intuition
To confront myself with the two tyrants of space and time
To plant flowers
To shine when the intimate is in its destitution
To love what is not me
To be on the towpath of the great river of the Spirit
To branch off when harmony presents itself
To have your heart crossed by sweet joy
To keep the ivy on the back wall
To be silent when the afternoon advances
To be moved by the scent of the lime tree
To nod when I meet the traveler
To look up at the ringing of church bells
To touch with one's skin the destiny that slips away
To feverishly follow the Light until the footsteps of the shadow
To find the right place to take a nap
To sigh in front of the bowl of bird water
To let myself be approached by the sculptor of life
To offer my divine delirium
To this fire thief.      
 
1394

Grâcilopette
Pleasure to be
In support of existence.      
 
Brinqueballant of the bodywork
He had raised the taste for weapons
On purpose at the height of instinct.      
 
Act only when scrutinized with curiosity
By profane morality
Increased the disappointment of the sacred.      
 
Believe, believe, increase
This infinite space that surrounds us
Door to the abyss of blindness.      
 
Generous mist
Against the backdrop of serenity
Model harmony in the image of clouds.      
 
Awakening to our innocence
In complete vulnerability
Leads to grace.      
 
Salute the momentum outside of packaging
Makes us sons and daughters of air
Opening towards fulfillment.      
 
Dig and mix the marbles of the mind
Singular offering
With nothing to hide, without bragging.      
 
The cherubs are dancing
Like low water manatees
In search of a mirror effect.      
 
A gift from the other and pschitt !   
Leaving on the sly
Having desire looks happy.      
 
End of cycle age
In the center of the circle
The blues of the soul remain.      
 
Like out of the candy jar
Crease when unfolding
Little papers from the past.      
 
1393

By laser
Clean cut
Shadows of the earth
Commit
Terminal branches
Towards the beyond
Of the oblong kiss
As long as faithful
To rock the boat of years
Towards a sky that brings together
The damned
With powerful jaws
Sliding heavily
From their mountains of snow
Some suffering
To get up
The eyes of the meadow
To places
Where the aroma of grape vines and pines
Buried there
At the bend in the road
Lost in the turmoil
To inhale the reddened metal
Spread like a placemat
On the offering table
Where passes quivering
The wind through the window
Exfoliating along the way
The gentle rain
Bright freshness attached
Inoculated
In the on-call lock
Outside the customary stage
The bittersweet twilight
With a variegated decor
For the glow worm man.      
 
1392

Then the Word became penetrating
With Damascus roses
Was the review
Cries of love.      
 
Simple milestone placed on the Path
That already the native innocence
Teared the clothing
On the fringes of the journey.      
 
Came
In resemblance
Earth signs
To break away from Everything.      
 
We beggars
Let's caress the clouds
In falling rain
To be rain yourself.      
 
Let's dig out the ruts
To let the cart pass
From the wandering of having to bee   
From the joy and brilliance of Life.      

Opening of the soul
In his manuscript
With small adjustments
On the engaged lips.      
 
The leaf is tender
In front of the projection
To return the columns of the temple
Exciting until now.      
 
Powerful wave
In the heart of the Sun
When the other source is supplied
Echoing more than oneself.      
 
And the luminous Child extends
Next to the Old Man
Magnificent mischievous puppet
In perfect condition for representation.      
 
Sweet tear
Contemplated in the evening at the vigil
When the tumultuous life calms down
Compliant packaging.   
 
To not walk
On the wounds of the coming year
Let's invite the rainbow
Beauty after the storm.      
 
To remember from the mirage
The sleeping pulp
It is divine passage
For the kiss the next day.      
 
1391