I'm not good at keeping  
Radio silence.
Pink little friends
Help me stay senseless.
Eternity's furnished
For little people,
Drawn loosely in crayon
In nineteen thirty nine
On blank piece of paper.
I'm venting the anger,
Devouring time,
Run thoughts in a circle,
Hordes, herds of joggers,
Clouds of lime.
NO MORE EVENTS
In my agenda
Nothing
Demands my attention
No one's requesting
Immediate presence
Not even
Your Majesty.
A flurry of worry
Gone with the gong.  

Paris, le 06 mai 2016