silent
Tag: hope
No river
No river got to the ocean
by putting itself higher than its wells
the whole lot
“Ce n’est pas permis d’aimer comme ça.”
belt tunnel
Elastic rights,
fits when it suits.
Belt tunnel it’s getting dark
fork forgets the fingers
wrist rests and cracks.
Light goes off.
comet
Is it the way you see hope in eyes or not that makes the eyes open
until diamonds die
a puzzled walk
off to
Patients: Lions
Nothing.
“Rien est un mot spécieux qui ne veut rien dire. Rien m’a toujours mis la puce à l’oreille.” (Nicolas Bouvier)
Sweet Escape… ça shlingue.
Dans les débris de verre au sol, …
