Category Archives: Year 2020

The lever of things said




The lever of things said    
offers its dead arms    
out of oblivion.        
 
Game of cache cache    
after the parade    
the souls on their high horses    
overflowed with altruism.        
 
It didn't take more    
for the memory of the caravans to arrive    
shrubby passages    
present in the desert of habits.    
 
The taut flesh followed    
on the wickerwork of the arches    
by undoing the canvas    
without the wind coming.        
 
eternal passage    
blue order.        
 
Escaped from the alcoves    
ligneous forms    
of our thoughts well anchored    
passed through the partition of summonses.        
 
Were singing loudly    
the fragility of our members    
the chosen ones of our hearts    
giving to passers-by    
a knowing smile.        
 
And always there    
the revealing fault    
the dating flaw    
that of the choregies    
sung in the middle of the night    
back from work    
pockets full of green pebbles    
in the dizziness of the reeds    
rustling in the midst of torment    
not knowing where to go    
the keepers of brute force    
the bold    
to cross the area without looking    
rattling with their metallic scales    
towards the spring water outlet    
end of cycle    
while ostensibly    
the moon was rising    
skull open to our expectations .        
 
 
 
631

bleed gently




bleed gently
words of honey
about the brokenness of the soul.
 
Follow with your finger
on the game-filled window
the child's cries.
 
Open and close
close and open
the fold of memories.
 
Widen the wound
for even more red
dent the insignificant.
 
Blowing on the hot
to iridescent the surface
ready for the kiss of dawn.
 
Turn off the gaze
in high winds
heavy eyelids.
 
Estimate the distance
offer you in prime
at the angel's leap.
 
Place the ciborium
Gaelic quests
on the edge of the well.
 
One last cry
one last look
and then nothing.
 
Pince-mi and pinche-me are in a boat
pince-mi falls into the water
What's left ?
 
 
630

the night feather moon

The moon     
night feather    
in blooming orange hues  
timeless    
and yet wing of angels    
in tender elevation    
to what we expect    
without waiting    
spellbound    
scattering his voices    
fragrant lips    
under the curvature of the whisper.        
 
Tingling at the fingertips    
covered with a black crepe    
the sulfur of his gaze    
chipped teeth    
without the procession passing    
extensive snow    
veil stretched over the cimbalom    
barley and rye mixed    
in the hand of the poor of the church    
wise hatching    
children of god    
current through the stubble.        
 
Lune     
night feather    
frizzy on his breath    
affix his signature    
on the eyelid    
from mother to father    
our captains    
on the edge of memories    
that we assigned    
on a day of grace    
to be silent
to hear.
             
 
 
629
 

Mary Lou



Mary Lou    
didn't care    
only for her raw silk underwear.        
 
Was going up    
at the greasy pole    
the deserter of happy days.        
 
then ended    
in the ditch    
the postman on a bicycle.        
 
Cat and pussy    
scruffy but horny    
tuned their violins.        
 
was rubbing    
of his red tail    
the red tail of dreams.       
 
In the firmament     
went up    
the rosy cheeks of lovers.        
 
The gaze of the awakened man    
to all life that crosses it    
becomes limitless.        
 
May this land wind  
deep in old sleep   
hide our narrow lives.        
 
May we unfold the baleen of the beast 
in small inroads and holy patience
towards the beautiful and the great.

628

Ear willowherbs



Ear willowherbs    
the hogweed lashed the air    
with feigned commiseration.        
 
Subject to fine parts    
the backheel was heard    
on the edge of the wood of Saint Amand.        
 
Pouring the Lethe    
on her brown skin    
the scales pulsed    
a fragrant rant    
than the wrinkled sheets    
could not contain    
that by sowing the company    
with a medium-range laugh    
in the overheated attic    
by an overcast sun    
regular swigs    
out of reach of children.        
 
My mother was in the meadow    
my father with her    
and my sister    
knowledgeable thurifer    
let pass    
her long alabaster arms    
through the first floor window.        
 
The world was falling apart    
such house of cards.        
 
 
627

thousand points of fir

thousand points of fir    
on the cornice    
of a crow in the tall grass    
close to the four-legged man.        
 
Fragile raindrops    
the wind bending the birches    
makes heard with its smoothed breath    
cheeky swallow chords.        
 
Adorns itself with words and petals    
the large table prepared    
tonight of raucous party    
where the hands scattered.        
 
Azure Arrow    
with white blackbird    
she was strapped in leather    
the night during.        
 
She jumped with ease    
hooded with a black mantilla    
on the front of the monastery    
carriage door cleared.        
 
mustering their ships    
they reached the high seas    
cool seasons    
cheap slaves.    


626
 

The cry of the groundhog

The blue truck    
opening the way    
count the larches    
as long as the torrent carries    
the sound of the wind in its current.        
 
Incessant song of the water    
below    
to the branches deposited on the banks    
of rocks, pebbles    
to infinity.        
 
do not harm anyone    
those fireflies with such a sweet name    
than a light flight    
put on the flower    
des prairies d'altitude.        
 
Elevation to self-growth    
on the evening of the tests    
shadowed by a great black wing    
the petty derelicts    
on the periphery of fear.        
 
love lodges    
in the crevice of the stone    
whose veins 
spirit channel 
are colored by the cry of the groundhog.        
 
625
 

strange conversation



strange conversation
to which I was invited
to participate.
 
The piece of"clay was fossilized
which contained words
formerly purged of our codes.
 
The stylus had imposed itself
harsh mother of our expectations
as antennae of the spirit.
 
The cracks fit together
such hazardous deficiencies deposited there
without the step hurrying.
 
The fingers vibrated jerkily
hard-fought battle
the organs contained.
 
Return
the ground crumbled
by discovering its moon features.
 
Marked with the seal of suspicion
the runes let appear
the order disappeared.
 
Pass-pierre in his presence
thumb and forefinger
the strainer of the links.
 
Are you still coming
with your precious gaze
tell me the alpha and the omega ?        
 
Of an origin seized
with finesse and courtesy
I was caught at the neck of the night
of an evening attraction
for the white peaks of the mountain.
 
 
624
 

Walk for the dawn

 Walk for the dawn    
get lost in the shipwreck of instincts    
this is the dilemma    
lips offered to whoever will take them    
off the sheets 
bend over    
towards the beloved of the meadows    
    the ladybug    
mirabelle plum    
of the church bell    
calling for the urgency of prayer    
without obligation    
without intention    
the fruit hanging from the silky leaf    
chirping dipper    
on the shivering water    
watch for the shudder    
maple    
visage sage    
of the sensitive quest    
singular reason    
of peace and joy    
bistort knotweed    
spelled    
nightly languidly    
towards this slender hand    
towards this outstretched hand    
delivered    
in the rich hours    
white finery    
contained    
closer to the heart.        
 
 
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