Kindled and embraced,
the next waves
Juggling with seafood lined by the dolphins;
crunchy people get ready for the divine feast.
The influx is equal to the
plate to be filled.
Jean-Felix Lalanne appropriates hazy sea
Aspires them as suction pump opening towards an inspired open
His aquatic heart turn at shimmering Bohemia
By the currents with
hope - chorus of scents.
Muriel Anderson, mermaid giving
To her kiss curl
with teasing sixteenth notes
- Sometimes by a single hand! the Harlequin
Is really greedy by exuberant soul.
Helene Brunet braves all the
European and running
Currents with her Spanish laùdl Its twelve
together the coasts such a floodtide hugging
Cliffs without uneasiness. Reefs
Michael Jones, celebrated by the poor couch potatoes,
and displays to us his phosphorescence
Out of the brackish estuaries. Her
Helps "Hey Joe" green by a pretty caulking.
The gusts of wind in
these two nights entangle
So well this musical school that we swallow the
emanating from these four senses crossing there.
"Do you remember
that?" is slipped without any worry.
delights being hung on to life, the dilettante guitars
Are dissected by the
Much too much? My opinion becomes legion and
Hands and nails are well-groomed. Bright risings.
Epilogue: Surely the next time
an empty sky, Muriel disintegrates herself.
Omniscience is helpless in her
Our clan is, as taste of crêpes, delightful.
Her kiss stiffens
hesitant to my orbit.
Denis Between The Rusty Words
(March 27, 2007)
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