Cet amour-là

"Elle dit: non, ne pleurez pas, ce n'est pas triste, en rien, en aucun cas. Il s'agit de vous et de pas vous, oubliez votre personne, ça n'a aucune importance. Il ne faut pas se prendre pour un héros. Vous êtes rien. C'est ce qui me plaît. Restez comme ça. Ne changez pas. Restez. On va lire ensemble."

Yann Andréa

Open mouth and greasy hair

Big and fat and greasy haired
He moved around
No air in the room
The sheets too warm too stinky too black
One pill to kill the other
Boredom is the measure
Gasping on the floor he thought
About the pain and pleasure
Others had crucial questions
Whether to dye ones hair or have it straight
To brake a wall or keep the space intimate
To work or go on strike
Hands and arms and legs all gone
Just eyes wobbling around
Dampness on the walls
A leak somewhere. Perhaps the sky at last crying
Or his own penis peeing, feeling its newly won freedom
Of speech and thought
Anyhow this room too small
This floor too straight
And stairs too steep
Supermarkets, sidewalks
Urban torture
They take it all and laugh
You see the lips wide open
The teeth the throat and saliva dripping
The more they laugh the more they sweat
She’s all damp down there
Perhaps his greasy head between her legs
It wouldn’t be tears but blood
It would all mingle and the flood
Her body the arch and his the animals
A new kingdom with his tongue and her lips
For only Gods


First the doctors dressed in white
Angels fallen with real hairs on their arms
More pills. Opposite reasons
Smiles and sadness in the eyes
Don’t do this to me it reminds me
Meaningless self-centred concerns
You should wash your hair
Eat less so that the stairs and he girls
There’s a lot going on in this head of yours
If you shared more
It wouldn’t be heaven but a decent life
With easy, practical concerns
Such as yes and you don’t care
But don’t remind us how difficult the task is
Putting one foot on the ground
Shouldn’t be a question
Step in and out go on
Keep on going so we know our worth
You’re just a grade on a ruler
We like to put against our figure
Observing our importance is all
Don’t leave don’t fight
Keep on playing that pitiful game of yours
You take things too seriously
Lighten up stop blaming society
Don’t talk we know
We have the words
We understand there’s no need to explain
Just stop
Do like everyone else
Eat and walk and wash and train
Then wait the time will come
Especially with that body
Just don’t do it you


He does it all the time
We can’t blame him we trusted him and thought he would say something as he used to that would be like a hint that it was that time of the year
Usually the change of seasons but now the weather swifts so fast we can’t follow no more

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