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Not funny



The trees get undressed so that they clasp us better
All the circuits were free from their routines
Not funny
Limed weak proslavers lost their shade
A razor is offered for the thin and famished pockets
Not funny
The trees get undressed to cover us
The friendly hands of the universe are appealed
Not funny
The throats wring and the branches hide their smile
The nature agreeably grabs the gullets of our favourite intoxication
Not funny
The trees get undressed so as not to be in love
The joint between two beings is shaken with a malevolent imagination
Not funny
Our ceramics piece superbly decorates the prison of our heart
And its surface can only get thicker every blow of innocence
Not funny
The love has arthritis infested with illusion from roots
A gesticulating silence brings a smile to the number one
Not funny
The cold degrees have their roots in the shivering top of positive scale
The coughing fits go in multiple of five or of six to distract us
Not funny
Fantastic examinations and memories drown the grimy bowl
But which one is tangible and why not advertising
Not funny
The lemmings visit the flush and play Niagara
While the bark models its wrinkles towards a friendly jealousy
Not funny
The rusty words are cut down during one weekend
The drawing is stainless and takes to bed in wicker sheet
Not funny
The dream guides my pencil to my colour to MY signature
Ah the virtuoso ! Bastard ! Drama of the beauty or of the original aspect ?
Not funny
Let us draw our glance out of the arboricultural traps
A book ! The words are twisted until the become shape
Notefunni
Sometimes the walls reach the dreams to slap us
So our neuron skims through our healthy putrefaction
Not funny
But necessary to calm our holy twilight down
And to thump the leaves that only try to find to get crushed
Not funny
The sap from our arms appear on our fatty bellies
Let us expel the snug thickening which puts us up by the day and the night
Not funny
The musical words which were thallus slip away with mutation
The directions no longer respond and I don’t say any more that it is
Not funny
Let us laugh ! A friend live a choking dream and he carries a vain will
To want to run away by THE famous door masked by the marriage bed
Not funny ?
The muscles of the walls make him go back close to his sleeping deep lover
This night trembled with din and overflowed with rage and stretched with absence

Not funny ?
The eye of the girlfriend suspect the day to want to fall her into the nightmare of her boyfriend
All the furniture of the bedroom travelled and undoubtedly with a crash
Not funny ?
So that the dream confers qualities of blind and deaf person
The sleep has an unfathomable strong grip that we can compare with death
Not funny

Denis
(January 30, 2005)
© IDDN 2005

My original poem