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)
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