“even while sleeping you have to think” this
is how he made his fortune he used her to unravel
her thoughts in the middle of the night he awakened her then fell asleep
abruptly she kept one eye open until daybreak
“that which is essential is divulged to he who exaggerates” he said that
at dawn he realized the beauty of the situation
he opened the window and said “it is a landscape
those are morsels of color” it was she who sewed
our shirts sometimes one sleeve was longer
than the other what I owed them and all I had
lost spread out my territory these are all those
who gave me life it is my long procession of debts
obviously it is not him nor her who counts
but what happens between them when they are drawn together
does one without the other have any interest?
we were all under the impression that they knew did they know to fancy
each other
let’s not try any longer to find a solution he died
she is dead it is stronger in the feminine we
left again amongst the trees we saw dark profiles
we heard cries they lit the headlights
the night was green already a little bit festive
the world was at my feet the city was
a truly beautiful night cut off by the black
wing of the plane below us a void blue
pools pink swimmers and gardens
illuminated other planes climbed the slope
of the sky blinking this man has to be taken
from a side angle he needs to believe that it comes from him here
it is a country of emigrants where there are
no natives the city is frontal it watches
the sea and the distant continent yes they treat it
off-handedly their new language they push it around its vowels are drawn out
its consonants stampled it’s ingested it has seen a lot
in order for it to cry with them in the ferry no one
listens to the instructions in the event of sinking then
later we take the bus through the countryside
I’m here darling I’ll be staying the night
we’ll go and hide on the battle
field with the deserters how dark they seem
lying on the white snow ready
to shoot fortunately there is a red star no
I’m telling you very few people want victory
have you pictured what will happen after
the murder when they will come into the room?
have you pictured what will happen?
those screams the flight into the hall and coming back
you can’t believe your eyes in front of that hole
that won’t close what is it that enables you
to forget while not losing your memory? you draw the line
and yet there is still a consequence the distance covered is
never the same no one dared to say it
out loud we were afraid
he hid in the forest until the end
there where “night falls like a tree”
he said to them “don’t die come back alive” so
here I am winters are very cold but spring
is always splendid he thought that was too realistic
he wants the fabric on the shelf fabric by the yard without
all those little darts around the bust or even overflowing
on the floor he wants the fabric without the body
but who could get rid of it? it always comes back
and is the primary word less tangible than a locomotive?
less tangible than this body lying in front of the doorway?
and are all the others any less than a national house of representatives?
