kind of lantern
rosy-cheeked
Sourire étoilé
éclaire les entrailles
lace face
sprinkled with milk
tenderness against the shoulder
the cat wraps around your neck.
leafless tree
le rouge ronge les lèvres
small dry kernel
that the gaze captures
undone hair
with a ripe belly
redhead itch
to be worn before the altar
the voice of good girls
overhanging
opaque glasses
with an embrace
kneel on the sand
face down
cry to be stone
starry stake in the heavens
d'une gymnopédie.
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My girl my little one my eternal child Carmine back my blueberry child that I plucked from his mother's womb. Then brother came. And I left the castle at the desire of another man keeping only the scattered limbs whose body I reconstituted Fallen Osiris a few weekends sorry for not knowing keep the heat in the fireplace in my useless hands fine dust que le vent porte to the long corridor of remorse. Then the bronze doors opened some bloody marks on the cold walls j'avançai perceiving the flickering lights on the other side beyond the tall forests de mes passions en déraison. The train entered the free zone the brakes squealed jets of steam blurred the shutter windows. A silence came crows were croaking des voix hurlaient. The line of demarcation passed I knew nothing would be like before. Some askew intentions could not respond to your requests back at home childish handwriting on pink paper out of sight along a mountain road sharing my sleepless nights stars and moon in supply the dog glued to the coattails without ever looking back j'allai. The tricolor ribbon crossed race over in the labyrinth of wanderings I had to find the mother earth mixes atoms ready for recycling. I will get up the air will be cool the heart will bleed the footsteps will be pressing to find the emerging companion the memorial call to order my friend double handing me the crown of flowers my daughter in mandorla my little one my eternal child ma bleuette that I had gathered from her mother's womb a day of joy. 351
umbrella of light
au vert triangle
of the White Lady.
The balcony path
snack of the day
waddles the song of the birds.
Whisper of water
whirling dervish
drunkenness of scents.
Standing
immobile
the torrent scrapes the skull.
The mountain in ubac
raises its sail
before the rising waters.
The day dawns
the grass bends
caress of freshness.
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To the call horns
pebbles thrown against the brazen gates
the mountain freezes the word.
Equidistant from embrasures
measure thrust and size strikes
without the shadow coming.
There's blood on your clothes
tightened laces
will make a forced march.
Raise the moon
at the claws
marine amber.
Your steps follow the edge of the path
small pebbles unscrew
the thoughts protrude from the haversack.
Bite your brakes
be the brimborion of the ebbing traps
be tall in the downpour.
Abjure and come to me
Callunum of the raw prairies
Offering to seize.
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The silent night
full of books all around
~ nevertheless I cough.
The cat in its place
small children are sleeping
~ tick tock of the alarm clock.
I yawn and scratch
the skin makes the moon sing
~ sitting I contemplate.
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Escalator window weights the out of time is reflected tremors. Ephemeral layer joined thoughts orthogonal order unfurled fragrances list the steps access to the antiphon shouted by the angels strapped refuge crevices of oblivion the chains scrape the ground ad hominem excesses. A song and then nothing just the sweat oxen at work. 347