New shudder

Hi, I walk on the street and I'm alone.

I heard people say that nobody likes to be alone.
Yeah, I know... you lose touch you try to follow the flow.
In every party I'm with nobody
Ok ok that's not true... oupsi
But when I learn it's like I'm not concerned
Family just looks like a distant savagery
The laughs you have replace the *coughs*
That you would've had so maybe you're a bit more serious
And you can't understand why you once were so pretentious
And maybe you are acting like you're afraid to burn
When all you think about is your promised throne
I realise I pulled the other's leg
Too much when it wasn't necessary at all to beg
Now with peace in mind, goals are easier to find
A tiny liberty and no forced efforts no obligations, sincerely
People around seem to come from another land
I just hear them whisper but then I discover
It's a new shudder I don't want no other
feeling for the moment...

I go I go

Poetry in my pocket and one worry too many in my heart
My feet take me
To smelly summer streets and unfamiliar blocks
I crawl I crawl
With tarnished nails and tired fingers
To the corner of a city of a life of the night
Of those kids at the edge of a parking lot hitting a metal pole with a piece of wood that probably fell from a tree probably
Of those cars turning however they like because there's no stop signs to protect stupid pedestrians at night
Of a dream of a feeling of this headache at the tip of my brain and this mind just waiting to be broken into tiny pieces of a spirit that once was
I walk I walk
Onwards and I'm sure that I'm sick or that I'll probably be sick pretty soon
And I don't feel all the streetlights of this big boulevard on my eyes
I just see
frenetic people sliding towards the inevitable end of things
To the turning and eternal world wide frenzy of the end, that comes time and time again
Always anew and surprising and mesmerizing and that look in the eyes of that one girl deep down in the metro
When I couldn’t find the right words even though I didn't know the right words
But it felt like I should
Or those other eyes, that I know so well but are so mysterious still
Unattainable, but lovable still
Of blue and green and red and a bit of orange and somewhat black
My steps take me back to a moment
This moment
The streets are smelly
Poetry sits uncomfortably in my pocket
Images run through my blinking eyes
Sound passes over my ears
Those cones circling the corner of the walkway
This is a night like any other in a city like no other
And still I move forward
I run I run
In search of words
And emotions and memories and enlightenment and sour feet and fun and the space between words
Silence
Complete mind numbing silence, that purifies the soul and frees the body and destroys the heart and the artillery
As the air is saturated with sounds that once were and soon shall be again
The birds don't sing
The sky is not getting any bluer by the second
The sun is not about to rise

été

Dégage son corps de tous écueils, Déshabille ses paupières de tout verdict.
Nage dans sa profondeur d’océan.
Abandonne tes tulipes sur sa peau déflorée.
Ta caravelle et son navire s’entremêlent et se fondent aux creux de vos vagues. tempête de l’été
Pose l’été.
Cours de ta main la détresse de son être, Rafraîchis de ta langue cette pomme desséchée,
À la recherche du soleil,
Pose l’été.
Promène l’animal dans les broussailles. Il marche, il court, il s’essouffle.
Marche, court, essouffle-toi, au milieu des broussailles, au plus ardent des broussailles, arrête, contemple, écoute, au milieu ….
Pose l’été.
Pleus de toute force, orage d’été, pleus tout doucement, pleus.
Avive de tes zéphyrs ses cryptes de la tendresse.
La tendresse de l’été.