Poésie contemporaine Rudes rêves (Poèmes en anglais)

Tu es ... (You are ...)

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 17:17:00 +0100

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

The carnival is over

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 08:18:00 +0100

The carnival is over
Iron serpentines tumble
And the dust falls again
The bloody masks sprinkle the ground
Shrouds under bombs
The comedians will not get up
Dislocated they make body
With macabre country
In a rain of metal glitter
Caterpillars crush and cover
There will be neither petition nor reminder,
The carnival is over
Rest in scene :
Death and Hatred
And I
In front of the screen
To vomit
My bile.

(Ecrit en écoutant la chanson éponyme de Dead can dance "The carnaval is over".)

De Drink

Mon, 29 Dec 2008 09:36:00 +0100

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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