3 poemes
Bizarrement en cours de POETRY on ne fait pas que lire des poemes…il faut aussi en ecrire.
En voici 3. Any comment welcome!
Michigan
Thirty “Cathedrales De Rouen”, |
The Maracas players It is a Maracas player shaking its cup endlessly. It is a fetid shape laid on a CTA carriage floor. It is an elephantine silhouette, crippled with its protective layers. It is a toothless female in rags, clung to its walking frame. It is a frozen heap of clothes with a dog at its feet. It is a cardboard, small enough to contain all its hopes. It is a God-bless-you-sir utterer, God never blesses. It is no more than a winey breath that curses. It is a doomed soul, no one listens to nor sees. |
Abstract Alph’Art Panama: a banal land…and a damn canal: A macadam path past a barn, a tall lad grasps a pan and casts a ball. A Cat, claws as sharp as katakanas, scratch an aghast anabas, and apart, shark jaws gasp as ajar kavakavas jars. Bananas’ abacas mats hang at a wall. Bats and Aras as black as kalamatas, flap and fan: What a canvas all that draws! |