poems by Ivan de Monbrison

poems about nothing

 

bits of flesh scattered

all over a window

I vividly remember it

it was after my second birth

 

let’s not forget all the others

as they may have stayed locked up

inside a burning church

 

suicide

what’s else left for us to do ?

 

she told him

 

it is so late my darling

it’s now time

to brush your teeth

and go to bed

 

I have never been really

alive

 

nor either truly dead

 

 

 

what is reality

tell me

 

you who seem to know

all about it

 

beforehand

I had drawn a curtain

for you to hide in case

 

and I forgot then to think about

it

your coffin left open

 

where was it left exactly?

 

in this huge graveyard

so noisy yet as

many of the dead went on

and on

 

with their insane monologues