Tu es le garrot de soie
De mon hémorragie prosodique

Tu es le baume galvanique
De ma tétanie narcissique

Tu es le Sphinx de l’émoi,
Des réponses à mes pourquoi 

Tu es la caresse analgésique
De mes écrits désarroi

…

Ma Panacée, chaque jour je bois
A tes lèvres, ma source poétique

You are …

You are the silk withers

Of my prosodic bleeding

You are the galvanic balm

 Of my narcissistic tetany

You are the Sphinx of emotion,

The answers in my questions

You are the analgesic caress

Of my papers distress

…

My Panacea, every day I drink

At your lips, my poetic spring

I absorbed until more thirst

Emptied the keg of danaïdes

Sipped by rivers alkaloids

The nose in the drinking trough of cows

I drank as we erase

Sucked the lifeblood out of Christ

Diverted from the sad brooks

My hangover in the shoulder bag

I navigated of dives in garbage dumps

At sails and in vapors

The nausea collided in the heart

I touch quay : it is necessary to de drink

Sober surviving that the drunkenness decimates

I dedicated to the hells all the saints

And asked Guillaume for some absinthe

I would have prostituted my rhymes

I raise veils in spots cheap wines

And hoist height a white banner

On the raft of my waterproof regrets

The head under the water, the flame dies

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