If you nest in Wonder   
 lean on the window.      
  
 If you go in Claudicante Thought   
 passes ta main
 on a foam cushion 
 and come to me   
 drop in the curve of oblivion   
 the cross and the flowers of your immemorial mourning   
 last chance to stick to the essentials   
 the presumptuousness of having been   
 and the resonance of the sounds of the drum.      
  
 Emerge from your deep pits   
 Spread your numb fingers   
 Eye of the Wastelands   
 placed on the bond table   
 the staring eye of multiple deviations   
 struggling in this ascent of the mine   
 and if 
 on your way 
 you see me   
 tell me my name   
 that I remember.      
  
  
 781
    
 
 
   

 
 
 La pluie gifle les vitres   
 d'un ciel bleu gris    
 par dessus dessous les lueurs du soir.

 To the precise fenestrator   
 there is ointment    
 to put in the folds.      
  
 Enigmatic eyebrows   
 clic clac tone   
 of a jacket so heavy to wear.      
  
 Plumb line   
 of a splash of coffee against the wall   
 la coulure défenestre le blanc céramique.      
  
 Épreuve douloureuse   
 let's thank you   
 and no sales pitch.      
  
 It would have taken   
 that the mother and her chicks die   
 pour que la terre soit considérée.      
  
 Arms raised up   
 go spring clouds   
 une pincée d'hirondelle à l'avenant.      
  
 balding painter   
 marc of calvados    
 the bones rattle i remain.      
  
 Sweet and persistent   
 la mémoire qui nous habite nous rend heureux    
 we men of forgiveness.      
  
 Never mind   
 they figured at the bottom   
 yesterday's snags.      
  
 Huge and stuck to the ceiling   
 the beetle represented the evening star   
 for the scale of everything.      
  
 Taken by the throat   
 Dame Jeanne came up from the cellar   
 for the blood to squirt.      
  
 Weary stump   
 without the flower appearing   
 I lapped up the cat's milk.      
  
 Sausage and salami   
 girl and boy sets   
 bit their nipples.      
  
 Spare our traditions   
 and give ax   
 contre le bel été.    
  
 To no longer hear the sound of the seasons   
 ils fuirent le monde visible   
 pointing to the future.      
  
 Les griffures devinrent stigmates   
 que la chaleur apprivoisait   
 without the rub.      
  
 Évoquons sans trop scripturer   
 quill pen wreath   
 with a golden tear.      
  
Sans se fier à la solitude    
experience cannot be shared
que par temps de merde.
     
 Get out !   
 Go on ! Ouste !   
 Gathering reason makes the wine sweet.      
  
 Take ! Live !   
 from Louveciennes to the Ile de Ré   
 just the bridge of the mind.      
  
 Deprive the muzzles of rams of salt  
 bring bleats   
 late at night on the vigil.      
  
  
 780
   

 
 
 The little hands of the night   
 ont perçu les esprits   
 enroulés autour du bâton de guérison   
 dans le patio des méditants.      
  
 Les jardiniers au visage de lune   
 ont ratissé le sable des marais   
 de poudre d'or dispersé   
 sous les arbres du silence.      
  
 Dans le mur d'enceinte    
 par l'ouverture des communicants   
 montait le parfum des femmes    
 assemblées à la porte de l'époux.      
  
 Auréolée par un flot de lumière   
 la chevelure de jais livrée aux vents du large   
 se mêlant aux chants des pêcheurs de coraux   
 Elle jaillit du lagon.      
  
 Passée la Croix des Morts   
 aux animaux marins consacrée   
 l'Appel des conques   
 faisait se mouvoir l'ombre du renard.      
  
 Levant le trait lapé des songes   
 autour du Regard   
 nous fûmes par ces temps de grâce   
 initiés au calendrier blanc.      
  
 Ivresse tendre que celle du matin   
 à tenir la clé de la légèreté   
 dont seul notre être est en droit   
 de posséder le lien.      
  
 Les loups appliqués à claquer de la langue   
 initièrent la levée des cornemuses   
 plaintes légères de brume en partance   
 vers les tremblements d'une énergie ultime.      
  
 A mesure de l'entrée en résonance des tambours   
 la Femme d'Esprit recousit nos jambes à la terre   
 cadeau d'une chouette se posant un long moment   
 sur la clide du jardin.      
  
  
 779
    
 

    

   

 
 
 Fine altérité et visage frais  
 au creux des vagues basques   
 il a levé au ciel des lampées de miel   
 à cheval sur le limbique essor   
 d'une pensée mitoyenne au regard païen   
 telles pommes d'or tombées en hiver  
 sous le dais des complicités.   
 en grâce des mots de perfection.      
  
 Il s'est souvenu   
 nu et savoureux rituel   
 l'étonnant personnage aux planches noueuses     
 après la montée du col   
 parmi les larmes d'une pelouse d'altitude   
 alors que clarines nos sœurs   
 jouaient de la sonnaille   
 par les vallons embrumés   
 d'un philtre d'amour ressenti.      
  
 Pulvérulente époque   
 de fer et d'os mêlés   
 à la fuite incessante sous l'ombre tectonique   
 des fruits écrasés de la montagne noire   
 d'un anthropocène aux propos de gueuloir   
 que les bâtards à la régalade   
 alignaient contre le mur des fédérés   
 quant le gel se défaisait   
 du nectar des connaissances.      
  
  
 778
    

    

  
 

 
 
 Ci low ants
 on the hillside
 half out of the water.
  
 Let the wind come
 in its very sweetness
 in the corridor calms downnt
 the songs of Maldoror.
  
 spring firmament
 reeds of time 
 fumaroles flow
 towards the present moment.
  
 Snag in the lace
 from Simorgh departing
 swells the belly of the seasons.
  
 By an escape of shadow and light
 in incandescent moon
 the earth left its quintessence
 of gold and soft hangings.
  
 Strange bacchanal
 than this shell
 afloat with a shower of roses.
  
 Juvenile smile
 from the offer made
 we had to walk
 Tournemire meadow 
 for sacred dances with no breeze
 make the source spring
 covered with fragrant mint.
  
 Third fever
 a meeting hiccup
 to smear your cheeks
 a water of youth
 with herbs fresh.
  
  
 777  
 
 
  
 
  
  

 
 
 You are beautiful 
 under the wisteria queen   
 d'un printemps   
 with fine spun flowers   
 the moment of a promised jelly.      
  
  
  
  
 776 

 

 That work   
 that canvass   
 from the moon   
 homeless   
 to the cobblestones ready - at - porter   
 the words funny.     
  
  
 775 

 
 
 Easter string   
 hanging on the rables scoundrels  
 a liberal bite.      
  
 I survived   
 between raw and cooked   
 like the chicken wing in paradise.   
   
 What does the salt at the corners of the lips matter?
 I wouldn't say so much
 if the mouse passed.

 In such strange company   
 wrapped in dry sausages   
 I was celebrating the birthday and its skin tone.      
  
 For echelons climbed at the rate of lightning   
 frolic in nothing being   
 without the vulnerability of grace.      
  
 Naming is divine sister   
 tricolor scarf on the front   
 when the troublemakers of the jacket pass.      
  
 Flea in the ear   
 is chiure sad   
 on the back of the hand.      
  
 Dangle soft   
 things of the mind   
 these handcuffs in the open air.      
  
 In the running for good   
 the smash in the ordeal of nothingness   
 calms deleterious ardor.      
  
 Adorned with alluring attire   
 my double was trying to exit 
 during curfew.      
  
 Distancing point   
 the box of beer in hand   
 they hit their heads on libido.      
  
 Massive attack by the police   
 the squadron deployment   
 lit the fire of nausea and dizziness.      
  
 Pulverulent   
 the golden feather of irreverence   
 struck the match under the body.      
  
 To weigh do and undo   
 we were the children of doubt   
 that dawn gathered with lust.      
  
 Walk   
 God will recognize his own   
 under the walls of Jerusalem.      
  
 Over the sword   
 became insects on skewers   
 in the mouths of our good giants.      
  
 The keystone will fall   
 for diffused light stripping the air    
 offer the Holy Chrism to the Wyvern.      
  
 the unicorn will run   
 and his powerful tail   
 will poison the people of the countryside.      
  
 Clamors from everywhere at once   
 the vociferous voice with the redundant echo   
 mutilates the illusion of the moment.      
  
 By marrying women and men   
 under their nightcaps   
 will be the turkeys of the stuffing.      
  
 Creators die and fall to the pavement   
 in strange familiarity   
 reading the right pages.      
  
 Poetry with small folds   
 spin a few words of love   
  except mysteries and intrigues.      
  
  
  
 774 

 

 Rest assured   
 night people   
 when the spark bursts   
 and the black enlarges the space.      
  
 You were and will be   
 the hitters of the absolute   
 to shine the salvos of knowledge   
 under the fog of beliefs.      
  
 Hands everywhere   
 to remove the curtains from the structure   
 this regimenting of the horns of Beelzebub   
 in his court of affable men and women.      
  
 Wonderful season   
 where arose the hordes of beggars   
 plumed with burning bushes   
 at the top of houses of character.      
  
 Slipping from ecstasy to ecstasy   
 on the tasty slope of words   
 we arrived at the springs of love  
 by breathing the freshness of dawn.      
  
 Living for a nefarious passion   
 engenders torment and energy leaks   
 by the familiar shaking wards   
 to overuse the unfolding of the Spirit.      
  
 I never woke her up   
 not even through the pain of separation   
 essential for transformation   
 roots, slowly ascending leaves and fruits.      
  
 Stop composing what's left of life   
 with the parts of yourself   
 assessed by avoidance of fears   
 all intended to weigh down the sarcophagus.      
  
 Be frank and massive   
 when opening the trunk   
 and that the light emitted by the precious stone   
 be the music of the spheres.      
  
 Calmly with consideration   
 empty your Bible bag   
 at the beginning of the road   
 out of the warlike orbit of the news.   
   
 Massage yourself at the borders
 the wall could fall
 generating a burst of antagonistic forces
 under the ascended wing of our verticality.

 Be serious to contemplate the faces   
 the leaping caresses will be overwhelming   
 to the misalliance monopolized by gravity   
 in order to fail on the beaches of Reason.      
  
 Fossils exhumed from the pits   
 vices and virtues   
 retained by the mystical nuptials   
 will only be the ultimate test of transmutation.      
  
 Footsteps leafing through the cry of the righteous   
 the word allows the inversion of the current of the wave   
 mirror river of shadows   
 split by the bird with the brazen beak.      
  
 Bitumens, stairs and cobblestones of oblivion   
 invaded Paris   
 for heavy grips of sailors    
 direct the ship towards the sphere to be conquered.      
  
 The promised feast is creation   
 horses of instinct   
 for at the gallop of the print   
 to take care of the landscape of a wandering sfumato.      
  
 Wait to rub your eyes   
 in front of the brown ball of his head   
 wait until the place is made   
 allowing terminal flight.      
  
 And everything is silent   
 even the breath of freedom   
 to signal the direction of the path   
 be the blood of the Return.      
  
  
 773 

 

 Allied rays of my shadow   
 in their summer garden   
 strewn with flowers with shades of faded eyelids   
 drill my soul   
 such clicking spears   
 forgotten on the shore   
 an evening of carnage.      
  
 Confused voices arched round   
 the blinking of the lantern   
 at arm's length held by the washerwoman   
 from the center of the dry stone hut   
 that open the time of a breath   
 the commensals of amnesia   
 these retreats with uncertain dress code.      
  
 Lying in the rain   
 I prayed that the meeting took place  
 unique and last   
 the wind operating the gathering of energies   
 forgetfulness and contained dreams   
 in a few insignificant words    
 inscribed on the wall of social events.      
  
 Laugh at the big gaze   
 clear the door knob   
 to the disparate lacquers of the child of grace   
 willing to make an effort  
 at the bottom of a talking clock   
 that the sea shell of our hopes   
 committed to the new fatherhood.      
  
 From the Spirit to the Ocean   
 the streak of light is tenacious   
 like the aurora borealis   
 that made us get up early in the morning   
 essential race towards the bridge of traditions   
 for a monotonous languor   
 let the wave slip through the caressing algae.      
  
 A thousand cracks in the ceiling   
 organize the desire card   
 from the cloister to the shenanigans of instincts   
 leaned over the cradle of love
 the rustle of sweet words   
 that a mutinous breath made to fly away   
 such shopping from fate.      
  
 Symphonic folds   
 siphoned off by the grape clusters   
 his face was sovereign amber   
 whose ruddy palate embellished with ferns   
 waved a remnant of embers   
 in the wood stove of our childishness   
 crisp bark on its white shoulder.      
  
 Women conquers expert women   
 with prismatic hair   
 that the wooden wedge pushed down with regret   
 sign the feigned continuity of existence   
 you will be in turn   
 the rim and the drum   
 of our fiery feast of dance and mixed blood.      
  
 Life is Beautiful   
 on this needle mat   
 in return for a gentle walk
 when the paint meets the charcoal   
 joint charm and hope saying   
 fake passport of the dead stump   
 beginning of a cycle of new lives.      
  
  
 772