SleepLights like stars ina dark night. The city sleeps itsempty lonely rest.
PrisonTrapped in this shell;this piece of rotting meat.let the blade cut me.
Word-s-mythLe Merveilleux Renversement de perspective.Le mythe des mots!
Lilly HaikuThe Lily of light,Is tortured and spat upon,Yet smiles all day.
SpoiltThe fool babbles andspeaks her empty words. Notto know what gold is.
16.5.2013An endless sky ofblue with glints of gold. NowI am free at last.
Lessons Vbonsai pruning one's thoughts also, this way
Etre toute choseOù est la Terre?Elle se retrouve à peineDans un désordre
UnknownMy heart's still beatingBut is it really working?For I feel nothing
Print OutAll that's left of her,confined in two dimensions.Fading, she still lives.
A Musical ClerihewI can't help feeling leeryabout Blossom Dearie.She does things to Cole Porternobody oughta
DistancesThey remain strangers,neither aware of the other,close, yet far apart.Never will their lives unite, no shared secrets of the heart.
Seaside 2This is the world's edge,or so our ancestors thought.The turbulent seasconstantly devour the land,frequently smash our frail boats.
MemorialisingIt was finally decided to build a monumentto those who had survived. The dead, we considered,are far beyond the reach of hope. There is not marbleenough in the world to atone for so much suffering.For those who would never again answer to a friendlyor a formal name, we would lay out parks wherewillows could weep through seasons they wouldneither remember nor forget. And beds of pansiescould remind us all of the consolations of colour.We would save the stone to build the survivors homes.
RevelationWhat can the child knowof an adult's despair?Will the image remainto darken his dreams, waking himas he lies cocooned in night?