Snow Eye
Tumbling down from the mountain
We waited 
The unexpected downpour
To spray with good scent
The blues of the soul.

It's snowing tonight
Then muted
Tintinnabula will be the fun of the party
White paws
Undulating and fluffy
Until the cuddly toy of dawn.

You are bark
And I sweet nostalgia
For a wing beat
Land like Renaux
On Mercury's dome
Shrouded in a rainbow.

The moon is ours
Breaking the echo of the chain of puys
Against the nagging lightening of the night
To reach the unique
The thread of a tale
What will the witches of Clierzou take on the fly?.

Without attachment beyond flames and tears
I tied up my memories of dangerous angels 
At the dog's tail
Near the bench of the old lady with the black shopping bag
Able to search the reflection of the stars
In the cauldron of tenderness.

1558

1, 2, 3
Sustainable
The tip of the pencil for writing
It is adorned with a gray camel
Trapdoor
From a swerve on the ice
At the foot of the terracotta
Triad of cat bowls.

Inaugural oracle
Ready to hit the snow
When digestion becomes strained
Immemorial secret
The enigmatic oral
Given in the abbey church
Balanced by presence
From attentive listening.

Vanishing point for José de Ribera
Skinning the old man alive
Throbbing call of the bass
Fingers hitting the table
With a strong rhythm
When our gazes
Sit drinking dew
On the anonymous offering.

Sifted
Without jostling the prophecies
Gift wraps scratching the silence
The lights on the tree tore
With little claw strokes
Maternal bowels
Like we are sharpening a piece of wood
With his favorite Opinel.

Power four
To have lived
Protects the Gargantua from bites
No for even more harm
Push the romance right from the entrance
But for marriage performed
Surround yourself with a tight sheet
The contortionist's loins.

Power five
It's all true 
Even the truth of the living and the dead
Inclined to say 
What to put your neck through the noose
Omen of a lowering of the curtain
Certain evening at the vigil
When the strawberry bites into your teeth.

1557

Review and challenge me
Repeup of the low door
Nailed to a tree trunk
To haughty aspects.

Break the clichés
Entencient virtualities
Be the prince of the century
Voracious as a vulture.

Breath and don't ask for anything
Upcoming offspring
Making peace and prosperity
With the sown soul.

To welcome
And blame for having welcomed
The cause of the night
Obstacle to any measure.

At the postern is on foot
That men met
Around the frozen fountain
Prayer as a calabash.

Virtuous replica
Mixed blood candles
When the embraer
Sounded the death knell.

African miles are better
That five hundred Europeans
But what a house to provide them
The residence permit.

The wave slept the sand castle
At the bottom of the building
A piece of metal
The orifice by which to use.

Under the flight of bats
The eye of the triton
Nation's estafilade
Straight chin.

Elves and fairies
Dancing
Have magnified the love cauldron
Ash and sockets.

The mummy remained discreet
The rust eclipsed the moon
Shooting
Towards a bag of confusion.

What do you say about that
My friends at heart
At the Café de la Bon Mood
Let's draw a line at the bottom of the page.

1556

Single head with two bodies
Corpuscula
By your tricks
You hidden my daughter's heart
O Almighty Lord.

Listen to me
The vive that only lives in my eyes
Be grace
Refuse his advances
Where prepare for the death..

Virginal pilgrimage
Distilled rose water
Light your shoulder chastes
On the Sinai slopes
To chant the sacred hymns.

Sterile moon
Three times reformed
You have extracted the juice from the outrages
Folie stills
All dependent on the musk of the beast.

Sublime actor
At the extreme subwaler veins
You will never be excessive tearful
Lion in love with childhood honeysuckle
Surrounded by clouds of clouds.

One
Let's redouble
Summer favors
By the Haber play
Let's draw the meanders of desire.

We will be a
White jelly
To cause rose
Disturbing set 
Of the cause ends.

Picking the flower
As last interview
With candor and respect
Lapis Lazuli eyes
Prompts with wild rage.

Lengthen
Omen star sky
Packed up
Before setting up
Of the charming clamor.

Where are you ?
So close to yesterday
Today lighter than the breath
To dive shamelessly
Finger in the beyond.

Be not afraid of the lion
Exit the valleys of yesteryear
To empty the amber liquid
In the strange reflection of the moon
Brilliant by the crossroads.

Downright favorable
To the seals of bliss
They stirred the mud
For wedding crystal happened
Hug the shame of a strip farm.


1555

Does not want to get out of the landscape
Depth
All year round is my kingdom
Whose mortal thicknesses I will purify.

Be nice to the nice
Be shiny torch
On the set set
As a sleepy eyes of vigilants.

The slightest flower cries
You say it in silence
Towards the place again
Mountain floors.

We will disperse soon
Wild geese of the country
To tumble up on each other
At the bottom of the wall of reason.

During the show
It will be enough to hang the pointed hat
Was, At the top of the shiny sphere
And to dance.

The weight of sorrows will not save us
We will be deceived and ruined
By whom violates the oath
In defiance of the infallibility of the present.

O wonderful
When you raise your hand to my lips
Employed by the injury of love
The west wind sweeps the black of the crows.

Thank you for guiding me
Visiting Aunt Jeanne
The sunset of the sunset
Making light eyes.

Two bodies two souls
Lend the flank to the same song
To create skillful needles
Fairy fabric.

Damage removed
Delicacy
Create civility for turned back
Remedy the absence.

You, small and lap
Your nails will never reach
The light injury of my neck
Simple trampling on the sand of the aisle.

Warrior with a lightning sword
Behind the bush
I will sleep the declining color of the day
To love the love pearl.

1554

I wonder if I have to talk about it
It goes fast
As fast as the scale trays
Are light madness
As my love progresses.

Noble race until death
Oath
Just a few burning branches at the bottom of the corridor.

Tears are paid cash.

Poor intention of upcoming displeasure
Arguing when going to bed
On the bench of birch leaves
After having subsidized
This night with transfigured minds
In the room with childhood rats.

I have rarely given up in front of the mirror
For successful discrepancy
Celebrate
To break the moorings 
In front of the junk.

Place with overwhelmed misery 
Before succumbing to the service.

And you will not see anything like
By exquisite sweetness
What to sketch too much
Immodest eloquence.

What a show
That this bloody language
Right from the brine
In the shade of tamarisk
Of the pond
Where bubble
The fruit of extreme drilling
This plaster
This very truth
This very small thing
Fearful
Whisper
In the eternal alcove.

Operating table
Making ping-pong table
For Absolute Fong
Bounce the ball
Full-throated.

The rail ramp of the railings
Unscrewed
Head rolling up to the in-between of the interior lessons
Until the Basket of Finitudes
Picnic basket
Open lids
Flying
Towards the Vermeille splint
Heaven's march.

Winter peel
Lampees of a salable wind
I thought I reach the bottom of the Amers Gulfs
Within reach
On the garden clid.

A scale
Allows you to climb to Van Gogh's room
To man in profile
Au regard tourné vers le bow-window
De quelques occurrences jointes
Agrémentant la venue du partenaire.

D’évidence absconse
Sans rituel humiliant
La parole se délia
Pour être stockée dans la mémoire locale.

La tête du bovin
Parfaite tête
Avec ses cornes
Ses oreilles
Et son mufle luisant.

Le bœuf et le chien d’une crèche
À Lucéram
Point d’orgue du périple provençal.

Pas d’escalier
Rien que des plans inclinés
Glissant à souhait
Jusqu’à la soute du précieux trésor.

L’homme ouvrait son journal
Faits divers à la une
Pour d’un regard trempé au fil du ciseau
Faire jaillir pleine page
Les gouttes de sang de l’Adieu.

( Work by Sylvain Gérard )

1553

Biloba
Des baraques en bois
La bile fait tâche d’huile
Sur l’eau d’en bas.

Farfadet biscornu
D’un lapsus inconnu
Même avec binocles sur le nez
Le bilboquet se tient coi.

Biloba aux ailes de joie
Il eût été céans
De sortir du rang
En ignorance du chemin de croix.

Monsieur Biloba
Aux belles manières adombré
N’avait de sérail
Qu’à  l’ombre des batailles.

Millepertuis du sans-souci
Bill au pas de course
Parcouru les derniers mètres de la parodie
D’un retour strié.

Billevesée des choses ordonnées
Au sortir du corral
La poussière endimanchée
Fût perçue comme un râle.

Biloba
Bisque de homard au repas
Voila sa voix
D’une blessure d’icône dans le noir.

Biscarosse
D’une longue flamme rousse
Épongea le soupir des livres
D’une poignée de givre.

1552

Pile pied de la quenouille prête
La sandale de cuir se pose 
Sur le carrelage des rencontres.

Du coton protège la peau
De la douleur agressive
Tout contre une lanière chevillée.

Se fige le bas des vêtements
En retombée d’une posture assise
Au solstice de l’amitié.



1551

M’émeut de toi
At the edge of the forest
Le doux enchantement
Du désir de liberté.

Visage aimé
De la vie en ses errances
Me plaît d’ajuster quelque ballade
Comme pain de chaque jour.

Même du temps volé à la régalade
Ai clopiné derrière les astres
À rire et à pleurer
Jusqu’à la statuaire vide des officiants.

D’être guidé à l’entrée de l’espace céleste
Cause abandon définitif
De la mer abusive
Aux dépouilles carnassières.

Pénates endimanchées
De l’absence à la sagesse
Eûmes par le passé
Les prolégomènes d’un conte de fée.

J’ai ouï dire de la beauté du monde
Les ressources parnassiennes
Prospérer d’une langue fantôme
Aux pieds légers du poème.

Bien me pris
Par l’esprit de la barbichette
D’occasionner moult rencontres
Parmi les vivants.

Prurit du mal-aimé
Saignée en bord du chemin
Tout demeure halluciné
Quand claque des doigts l’accompli.

Forward all
Toute mesure est blessée
Au sortir du bois
Le buccin sonne l’hallali.

La veilleuse fait bloc
Avec le souvenir
Ni plus ni moins
Qu’un macaron de principes.

Plaît-il dirent-ils
À dormir ensemble
Fabrique l’entendement d’être humain
Au carrefour des attentes.

Plume d’ange
À l’intelligence étrange
Cueillons le réel
Jumping from the bed of wonder.

1550

Un peu plus qu’un trou noir
Aspirant une étoile
Avons perçu
La petite cellule des égarés
Comme barque sans lien
Cherchant parabole 
À se dire
Au couchant
Que  la coquille du mental ergoteur
Se brisera
Sur la tranquille inflexibilité
D’un cœur appartenant aux nuages.

Toileux frimas des orifices
Que de gloses faut-il
Pour aborder
Pas de deux oblige
Les simagrées d’un poème qui n’en est pas un
Alors que dehors 
Il ne faut tarder
À nourrir
Bouches petites 
Comme des chas d’aiguille
Éternellement sur le qui-vive
L’immédiateté de l’instant.

1549