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
poems by Ivan de Monbrison