days gone by

many days gone by

a few extra footprints on the path

where is the sunshine ?

how does it smell ?

how many rays on the floor ?

I'll light an incense stick up

I'll lie on the ground

my bones my skeleton my flesh

are not mine

I'll be happier

when the bell rings

there is no blood dripping

from my tap

just flowers poking theirs heads

I'm sure I can worship

any kind of angels

in this so oh so transparent air

anything can happen

let anything happen

take it as it comes

I won't move

I'll be patient

waiting for your skin

and some sweet talk

come and see me

we'll drink milk

we'll eat honey

we'll remember

and forget

the days gone by

happy life

happy life

blank happy life

sleepy all day

sleeping every night

wake up every morning

very usual very casual

very sad very lonesome

very lonesome

lust for life

lust for life ?

I've lost my eyes

I'm very comfortable

in this happy blank life

are you happy to see me

in this blank happy life ?

long time no see...

I'm happy to see you

I'm smiling to see you

in this gorgeous happy life

but you don't see

in my blank happy life

a poet a vision (re-post)

a what ?

a ... Poet ?

a ... poet ?

what's this ?

they say a poet is an outlandish joker

telling us real or unreal lies

from a dreamland

over the rainbow

not true

no acrobat can claim

being a poet

a poet is a vision

vision by day

vision by night

visions of the night

a poet is a vision

the one and only sensible vision

in a world gone mad insane cruel

would you do shopping in such a universe ?

would you buy your diamonds there ?

you couldn't survive without the poet's vision

but you don't listen to him

but you don't read him

but you don't pay attention to him

his action is invisible

he protects the planet from an hydrogen bomb blast

mankind is not aware of this blessing

good for the butcher and the baker their earth is solid

the poet's ground is nowhere to be touched

he looks at the world

writes

then laughs at it

he laughs at the world

writes

then looks at it

he's not a fallen angel

he's a nightwatcher

he's a weightwatcher

he'll tell you when you grow fat

give him danger

when he's asleep

he'll wake you up as well

he hasn't got any word

in his shopping cart

he just hold the energies

he waits on them

he can't get no satisfaction

that's his reward his grace

another kind of priest

he isn't even sure he'll still be a poet

tomorrow

risky

a poet a vision

a vision a poet

red lips or black cat ?

your lips are real
your red lips are so real
a dead black cat on the side of the road
reminds me of my previous life

green grass
yellow sunshine
these stupid images
remind me of how much time's left

before I'll be away
for ever

Linger on... (re-post)

Linger on, linger on...

I'm sad on the road

Who is "I", who is playing somersault with old bones ?

The road itself is sad, long narrow and rewinding road,

Broken backbones, overdosed Disneylands

The road itself takes care of all these guardian angels in a row,

Healing infinite mailing lists of lost loves

Linger on, linger on...

I am playing the game of electronic literature

They can throw my heart in a bin

I've got an IP address, it's overcrowded with ghosts

When you're talking to a baby, can you wake it up in the night

Just to say you love him ?

Just to say you love her ?

Linger on, linger on...

I'm full of joy on the road

The road itself is my cradle,will you woo me as I die ?

Will you at last give me a hug, as the hangman ties the rope up ?

And send me a present of eternal wisdom as a necklace ?

Linger on, linger on...