Poésie

a room within

There is a room inside this house
Where the door knob burns, unwelcomed
palms
There is a corridor leading to this room
Where the walls shrink, unwelcomed
Souls

There is a room inside this house
That is painted bright and light
There is a corridor leading to this room
That is painted with blood and sparkles made of bones

There is a room inside this house
That we would call ours
There is a sofa inside this room
Where we would lay and live.

My heart is a house that’s welcoming
My heart is a kid’s room
Where imagination live, thrive and survive
My heart is place, that you would call yours
No longer,


There is no home.
There is no there, there.

Nombre irrationel

Citrons rhum sucre,

Ou

Vraiment sucre citron rhum

On

S’arrange comme on veut ici

La cuillère en argent pour remuer doucement la mixture

Tue-diable

Peau blanche peau noir des Ti-punchs

Pour les rêveurs un décollage

Hommage Père Labat

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