on serait, mais encore

et puis si je n’ai pas envie, dans l’envie, si l’envie n’est pas d’être forte, pas d’être celle, pas de montrer comme il faut que je ne peux pas non plus d’être, ni au fond de donner ce que c’est la misère
si j’ai envie de rire de, et puis si c’est le sourire que je désire, si mais parce que, quand il est, alors il faut, et puis tenir, et puis nature, compter, savoir, tenir encore, mais en sourire, et puis la ronde
alors pourquoi
et si le corps, alors les lèvres et puis – parce qu’il a demandé
il a fait, lui
il a dit la grammaire et l’autre la pluie, assassine
il a dit, il a fait, il a
comme ça, avant, et moi
si je refuse, encore, de devoir moi choisir, lui, savoir, lui, mesurer
être en mesure de savoir que c’est bien lui, que j’ai bien entendu, bien estimé, bien compris alors qu’il suffirait (ah mais non)
si le simple, et encore, si la peur
pourquoi et encore la peur
là où ils ont dit nous, moi, comme nous, moi, avec creux et en creux, nous la peur alors qu’eux
pas tous, mais eux, mais moi, nous
si de la gorge partait, si elle
et naissait
on serait tous ravis, mais, et encore, et

Cardboard boxes

Open lines went down
Deep narrow long lasting
A square and an apple
The speed of it
The sound broke
Three stones and your stack
See the dark
Blinding light

Bound

Mud in the knee under the trees
Bleeding ground
And then the elbow
Bursting water
And in the end a
The ghost of it
With a bright wooden frame

Close

Someone chose
Some point
A very fast question
No looks at all
The sound of a car

Riples and no shore

Swelling teeth and tongues and legs
A very dry mouth
Every day strikes
Seconds and maths
Dust to ash to chalk
Sweet white fall
No angel at all

Can you dance me to sleep
Can you dance me to sleep
I could angst you to weep

I came upon a crossroad

All those legs dog legs crawling running around up and down waiting behind the door what door
Wide open door

Ice cold plastic air right through my hip I know my hip the cold the legs don't work at all
I looked at them, felt my tongue seeing them
Dragons' eyes sparkle
I mean they look at you they never stop
Gaping mouths
Fury spine
Sitting waiting
Threatening
Pretending to know
Dog's knowledge
Sniffing away
What trail where
The distance between me and you

How
It doesn't matter who you are
Connexions
Numbers, papers, shelters
What shade where
Tiny creatures
Eyelids squashed and pulled and
Squashed and pulled and away
All torn
As if eyes

Bones will end up skulls
Will look great on the wall on the desk
Bones and skulls where once
Nerves also

Can you picture
Soft and sweet and trees
It's the star
Said I think so

Stones now
Knees and stones and glass
The lines exploding turning into
Deep  holes water black and thick and old
Eyes and mouths and cheeks and necks
All laughing
Sweet true laugh
Easy sweet easy
The trees are dancing

Lamia

Big fat white heart open, mouth with thick lips, ready to kiss and bite and lick and love. Huge. Each step big brests moving up and down and left and right. The smootheness of the skin and the big calves and the butt. So deep. The amount of noses one should burry in that flesh. The strength of one against all. Men weeping under each arm. A babe snoring comfortably inside her right cheek. Her eyes stroking miles of Angst. Between her thighs, flowers blooming in shades of yellow, pink and green. The goddess was wearing a white top and a pair of very thin leggings her arms were tatooed had been tatooed long ago some ink still showed signs of previous pains on her dark skin. Fat around the bones under the ears hair tied back. All those years of holding onto crying souls. Foul play each step of the way. A dying soul is a lying soul is a soul that does not say. Lamia bloomed away.

It wasn't that difficult to carry the same chair up the same hill every day of the year. Just sometimes she fell sometimes a leg broke sometimes the hill was a mountain was a wall was a nothing she had to cling onto until the next day or man it's all the same.

She'd seen the cloud coming seen it understood it the meaning the amount of men crying under her arms blooming between her legs remembering peace inside her mouth. All increased. The cloud kept on crawling she went on blooming licking. Thick lips, fat heart. The cloud was nothing at all. One could nearly see through it and time would pass does pass is made to pass. She didn't care and kept on being Big and fat and white and black.

It's when her girlfriend disappeared that the first bruise appeared. Soon she'd be thin. But in the meantime: big fat white heart open, mouth with thick lips. Kissing away.

Namenlos

And she hates herself for thinking of it of what of the time passed in some sort of enjoyment that is was true time to erase time to forget time to destroy by turning into a snail a slug a dribbling creature of God.

The girl on her bed her legs wide spread with the evil smile reflected all around
The tip of the tongue, bleeding son of a bitch
Mary mother
Put a gun in her mouth

What is expected, mastered in all languages. Never decifer the back of her teeth, some inscriptions are just made to stay wet. It's so much easier to read between lines than to accept the wideness of all screens. Their obvious truths that are crude that are touchable.

She yelled, the cat fled, and a child was fed. Long ago, in the midst of a dream. He had a tiny belly and a stick in his had. He just wouldn't let go. Who are we to judge?

Brains sucked to death. And leaves flying. Always flying.


 

Oh shoot

The word to say city concrete sand and piss
Sounds like a big slug dancing the twist
I mean fingers in my bones stroking the inner out
Time

Counting seconds hours and days waiting
For the sign to say alright this is
It the way to go start running
Those arms that waist those ancestors
So you don't have to fight
Just melt taking a face diving
Into the perfect reflection of each new eye
along the long winding road to
Freedom meaning wisdom meaning
Something people want
Need
Or don't give a shit about

Skin faith and health account for nothing
My dream is blue you
Know it's blue
Beautiful rocks falling down squashing
All human kind
Huge potatoe soup bones
Swimming

A skull to create a cult
Two ears and an mountain to climb
Very little trees along the way
Bursting away
Come on take my hands in yours
Because I'm talking

they said exorcise

Bang on the door he licked the floor
He licked and kissed dust on the tiles on the rug on the wood
Splinters
He jumped in the car turned the
Engine on opened the
Window and thought of the radio
I don't know
He was yelling inside he'd been for days
He was still and silent
Felt like nothing
Free and grand
Mothers and daughters
Just a glimpse at the back
Of his head but then the
Words learnt to erase such horrors
Wisdom and pride
He for all others
Just the amount of money
Made in a day of children
Working to pay
Never really seen but knew
We all do
The price and the movement of things
Up and down scales heading towards
Mouths and butts all the same
Time had been measured
Four minutes to leave behind
Two turns no speed limit
Then the people the water the pleasure
Yelling and dancing and looking

It would be like braking a wall

Wave in me

They say light is shed
Repercussions
Tumbling out of the mouth
Dripping off the teeth
Things never really meant


Stanilsas's heart broke a thousand times understanding men and legs and endless desire that died while the curtain shivered. Open mouths. Hiding young lovers, gaping. The eyes remained silent, pretending things were easy. A well known story, two starving bodies. Pigs starve. Ants starve. Men starve. Hunger is fed. Bourbon numbs the pain while the dried out tongue begs. Let's go backwards. Let's not brake it. Let's protect this shit. Let's pretend it didn't. Let's start it from scratch as if perhaps the leaves and the stem could still grow. As if perhaps the glowing was true and respected and acknowledged outside the terrible stains on her arms.


One word a day
And nothing to say


Who has the power to judge and what does judging mean said Stanilsas, tears of led running down his Polish cheeks. Who are you men pretending you know, numbing your senses as if blindness was a strength. Why don't you see and feel the amount of time wasted polluted discarded? Why don't you sing and fuck and lick and pray? Why don't you laugh?

The trout jumped out of the river, playing with a ray of sun. The river was disgusting. Thousands of girls thinking of drowning. None of it had a meaning. The trout could burp. Miracle above all. The ageless trout its taste and shape. The idea of the fire of the fish bones of the wishes. Shiny fish swimming in the water. Rocks and weeds twisting themselves around soggy chunks of wood deteriorating under the same rays of sun the trout was jumping through. The careless trout, the hunger, the fire. The girls still thinking of drowning. A river turned into a highway. Bunged up by Ophelias.

The tiny pink mouth asking for more, spitting blood. Farting away. The politeness of it all.

Martha

On her knees while her spine turning
Up and down the leg the ant was crawling
So was the snail - the bones, a vessel.

Martha woke up one morning with a tooth missing. She'd been in all week, watching screens toss her frustrations around. Dashed on the bed each night. To the point where her nails burnt. Yet now the mirror and the gap in the mouth. Right maxillary cuspid. No explanation. The darkness of the mouth, a glimpse each time she smiled. And she was smiling. Something somewhere at last. Something true, a tooth, had decided to react. To go away to let her down to say stop it fed up I'm part of the whole damn thing you forget each time for days pressing your fingers on your flesh to remember moments that never mattered. A brilliant tooth that is, speaking words of truth. Writing down sentences in a tongue she could understand. Martha was laughing. The more she laughed the more her body, gaining confidence, started to express. Cramps, cracking bones, howling guts. Toes and calves like concrete. Pinching, itching, asking for water, bred and milk. Martha on the floor with laughter. The time had passed, some even had babies. She was laughing louder. Completely mad the story of the tooth who would believe that's what made her understand the cruelty and beauty of it all. That strange expectative position. Eating waiting observing wanting. Asking to be crushed then squeezing all the life out of the stem. Seeing the wall, building it like crazy. Going to and fro.

Martha then changed her sheets, brushed her remaining teeth and called a friend.

I think I'd like to marry Beckett.

That's what she said.

With the devil

The bone is true the nerve is too
The past lingers on the door
Steps around my shoulders you
All knew broken tongues
Chase shadows round the twisted
Land of Time

The snake started climbing
Biting each step of the way
They said the mouth the lips
Where hiding in the moist
Comfort of your spine

The girl lay on the ground
Wide awake splinters
Legs and nails

Sound hitting the walls
Dust falling rising water
Forsaken creatures
Crawling up and down
Ladders made of ghost white stone
Flesh in the middle

On the top of the hill
He looked at the shepherd
The lambs the ghosts
First son of all

De peur que ne te défigurent

Step one lifting a leg around the room
The strangeness of the floor the hands
The hips the heart
A size is new, open and sad
For being meaning
The deer jumped and trees
Green turning into brown
The darkness of the soul

Tremendous joy
Two children biting each other
A smile dripping down
Teeth in the earth

The signs on the wall
The wall behind the wall
The height the fright
The easiness of it all

Flowers die while others grow
The man in bed crying
Fingers clinging
Purple memories

The lady once said
The arm is to be held
The face hidden disgust
May you fall down my neck

Dry earth and floods

Fallen child worm like hairs
Gaping mouth
Flies all around
The girl had given birth
Around noon
Three lions had observed
An elephant dying of hunger
With golden tears
Vain desert wisdom
The child would survive
And claim
What all men claim
He would fight with conviction
Forgetting all things passed
Talking about the elephant
As if he gave a shit
He would show the golden tears
And cry
Yell at all the passers by
Tell them to love hate more
To live
To lick each hair of his body
The child would be a boy would be a man
With menly concerns
He would then lick a women
Like all men do

Lemon amend

Broken lips try wide
To convey
Little beasts crawling
Round your knees
Feel the brows frowning
Slots eyes slices
Tiny baby birds
Electric lights
Bulbs
Burns
Fighting
The battlefield is the ear
Forehead, scalp and teeth
Should we perhaps
Respond to the dirty
Trial your white hand
In the back

The whole nerve and bones
Thing started itching
So we scratched
Fun and good
Walls going from yellow
To pink red brown
Falling down
Bums yelling
Eyes and fingers in the dark
Stretched out
Wobbling
Ants drew new paths
It's what they said
In any case

Behind the pane
Under the earth
In the depth of your throat
There they were
And many more
Waiting
Wanting
Feeding on fear
A gipsy told them to
Golden swords
Couldn't care less
So fun so good
To pink red brown
Falling down
Come hurt me like you should

Michaux

Neon white streets

She's a disposable bitch
With yellow blue lips
Her walk takes her by
Neon white streets
With corners and all
Making her look
A beast with no leash
Eating shallow despair
Finger by finger
Crawling down
Her neck her condition
Pulls her back
The place of her elbow
Where monotony begun

She's a disposable bitch
With angry young girls
Walking by her side
She's got nothing to say
No dignified game to play
She's a disposable bitch
Trying to fly
With yellow blue lips

Breuil

Wild and toxic rose down by the River
Ophelia laughed away
Her squalid chest bouncing
Shooting teeth into the sky
Whishes from too deep down that crooked throat
The sent of treason goes from mouth to mouth
A hint of gin, two mesures of body fluids
(mix excrements with the right amount of blood)
And then a thousand years or more, the gaping mouth
Leaves and thorns
The monk lay on the ground, pushed forwards
by an unspeakable lust for the hand that had carved
The beast he could measure
The pleasure of the line
The one note I understand

Frightened hands shake

The circle wasn't complete
Arm's length open shadow
Don't bear no resemblance
Purple blue yellow
The one you find on a sheet
In a shop on the counter while choosing
An angle

My approach as it is
Easy
They said draw lines paths ways for us to relate
But he's yelling on the bed
Remember the touch the smell the air
See you I need you in the mapping of my bones
Red white black
And the texture of it all

There's the roof and the sky and the stars
exploding bulbs - Death as a whole
The infant lingered, starving but the flesh
Had nothing to give
No mother no brother no figure
Just the world as it is
Green and grey
The weapons are ready
Have been for ages
Started before
Time all scattered

Mondrian - Study for a composition

Gamblers also pray

Stop breaking the light petals of that goddamn soul of yours
No one ever asked for such bravery
And no one gives a shit about your eminence
It's somewhere between your lips and the tip of your tongue
The beast stops being sweet
We all wish for each of your shinny pearls
To brake in our mouths and drip down our throats
Biting each nerve of the way

White veils don't dance they slap
Open doors and burning feet

Falling from the branches petals rotting
They say it's oil around the bulbs
How deep would the thumb dive into the earth
Foam licking pebbles and the sound was muffled
Lights from red to blue
Will any of us stand

Winter turned all your dreams from green to brown
Open doors and burning feet

Canonisation de Luce De Tetis

Crab dance

The finger broke then the pen it broke
The pen broke but kept on writing
The bird it sang the morning
Glory

The sun sank down the tube and
I was home for breakfast
I was home for breakfast and
Fast asleep by noon while the stars in the sky
They unfolded their game
A huge claw would drag me into the sand under the water
Where the matters all flow away
The matters don’t only flow away they also turn around
And twist for ages waiting for Gods to decide
Would you rather be clay or copper?

Under the sand under the sea a team of crabs was waiting
At least six of them with their cold wet eyes and wobbly legs
Each of them gave me a bite of their flesh in exchange for a taste of my virgin skin
I liked the pinch and fell for the crooked dance
I liked the pinch and asked for more but the eyes they said no
We won’t stab you in the back no
Please don’t beg
Stop begging or we’ll flee and hide and turn our filthy backs on you
Hard as hell

Loneliness
Loneliness is not an answer
Loneliness is cold I thought and under the sand under the sea I might die
I might die may I die will I die if you stab me in the back
I will come and feel and die
The eyes started turning away
And my brain started picturing the loneliness and the cold with no pinch nor stab in the back
My brain switched an alarm on
My brain yelled
My brain yelled so hard I had to yell also to hear my brain yelling
So the crabs looked at me understanding my awakening to a new life without death
Not for now not for sure not until
Something happens that leads me and my body to a rest
The crabs smiled
I know crabs don't smile but they did smile or at least I felt a smile perhaps I was smiling
It wasn't a lie though I didn't just listen to them so they'd pinch me again later
I didn't listen to them I'm not afraid of the dark no
I'm not afraid of the dark and even if I was I would say so I would'nt lie
I would say I'm afraid of the dark but I still want to die I want the pinch and the stab in the back
I want the kiss I want the lips I want the strength
The one you have you men of shell with your claws that pinch
I don't want it for myself I want it on my flesh the pressure the power
The cracking of my bones the melting of my will the dampness of my gaping abyss
No matter how stupid I sound
That's what I would have said if I was afraid of the dark yet still willing to die despite their
Well you know, their position. Not willing to let me be eaten. My obsession.
Not willing to let me eat and shit and eat and shit.
Not willing to let me let myself down.

So I came out of the water at around four pm with a few scars and wet hair
I went straight home
I went to bed
I heard the bell
I deliberately didn't answer
I had to think to remember to feel to digest
The smell of Hell

Giorno - Archives

Dispose

Tall walls and impossible ceilings
A factory made of steel
Told you my dad on a boat didn't tell you what kind of weapon
Nor the age of the children
I think it was may
The sea was ice cold

Meanwhile in the factory
Big bad woolf and Father judgement
Smoking pot
A game of dice and
Fate in a jar

Dampness:
The lips of a girl
Another girl
The pornographic pleasure of tips
Here fingers running down hundreds of miles of flesh

Marcel Broodthaers

Eyes

Once I'm fed
I starve all day
Connexions overflowing
The chest burns
The chest burns
The chest it burns
Rain all inside out

Giorno