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



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



nor either truly dead




what is reality

tell me


you who seem to know

all about it



I had drawn a curtain

for you to hide in case


and I forgot then to think about


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

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