15/08/2017

Flamenco à Hanoi

A la cathédrale Saint-Joseph de Hanoi,
je n'ai pas pleuré (à l'idée que tu es à l'autre bout du monde) :

au café en face, Paco da Lucia joue un air de flamenco.
Et j'ai souri : quelle connerie la vie.

Mais quelle belle connerie !



01/08/2017

42

“I”
has become a nuisance,
as I have no use
for it
anymore.

Today is my birthday.
I have spent it alone,
purposefully.

I read Romans,
I slept,
I listened to the radio,
spat at the TV
and wondered where my

faith has gone, unresolved
yet mingled, like water
through a half-drenched
coat – strong and
weathered –

storms and boats,
thunderous mental
states,
psychedelic dreams
of vacuity,
the LSD generation –
alas gone!

Still no matter:
I just wish you were

here.

Published in Eunoia Review

06/05/2017

Marché de Fer, Port-au-Prince

It looks like the zombie apocalypse is doing very well here,
thank you Madame l’Ambassadeur.

Or that suddenly civilization turned around and says
thanks that was great but let’s just be friends, okay?

This is where men die every day for lack of poetry, while we –
staunch remains of confetti d’empire – just lose it.

Yet mother cat reminds of the endless love – metal structure,
market day.

Only men have guns here. The women? Well they know of
the secret crossroads.

I know I’m white. Just let me breathe it. All this confusion.
This joyful mess. Basically Invictus.


Published in Eunoia Review