Poeme!

THE POEM YOU GOTTA WRITE

I look up at the sky,
a blue sea within a sea
and see the white belly of a helicopter
that scatters a shoal of birds
and the clouds inside my head,
like a kiss on the cheek.

There is a dead pigeon on the pavement
with crimson brains besides it.
I'm sure the slick red ooze contains images
of concrete and millions of shoes.
Mine is hermetic,
hermetic to shower water
(the boiler works again.)
I realized that when i rode in the truck
with other harvesters glued to the side,
blank staring around,
in a late summer afternoon,
i thought
"There are fields inside their heads,
fields i'll never tread."

I don't really go out on vacation
but i am always on the road,
Sal Paradise in a cage of bone.

I look up at a green light.
Trafic is dense,
_______I zig zag.
Pedestrians and cars are bathed in golden light.
_______Slither and skid.
Concrete gray,
red plastic in a hole and blue,
gold in a globe and heaven hue.

_______Zig zag some more,
see heaven through dirty sunglasses
i'm running the nicest of races
and my heart is the only muscle that isn't sore.

_______Red light.
I remember when we sat in the park before the sun,
it drowned in azure, spit light
and tangled in hair.
Mind spat words.
In front of us a sample of humanity was walking
in the cold.
The blue sky betrayed them
like it betrayed me earlier when it forgot to say
The sun is bright but not warm today.
A sample of childhood ran around the cages
in parentless bliss
throwing stones at animals.
Donkeys like goldfish.

I used to do the same
and on compassion :
God never forgot us,
He was never there.


Un long poème pour me faire pardonner mon oisiveté.
Une chanson qui apparait discrètement au début de ce poème (une merveille soit dit en passant, Léon ne me contredira pas) :
The Horrors - Sea Within a Sea

ex nihilo nihil fit

(il y avait un poème avant ici mais je l'ai enlevé)