A COUPS DE POURQUOI
Time waiting
like a lowly servant
coughing politely every
now and then
to remind them that
ahem...the world is...waiting
their ********** laughing
"So, let it...wait!"
The world tapping a toe
impatiently
eyes turned
up to Heaven
Time shrugging its shoulders
in a "what-can-I do" way.
She laughs at her and him
( it was always her and him )
puppets now of the imagination
memory's home movie
Time's revenge
remembering how it had been
now how
the train hurtles
through a darkness
her reflection made of night
and cold glass
hung there
suspended
staring into her own
crying eyes
knowing it could
never last what
a fool she'd been
she scorned herself
she this living
painting of the past
Reality once again
getting the upper hand
Time and the World
put in their place
the expensive meal
uneaten on the plate
the ship leavng
the town behind
slowly so
reluctant to do so
before distance and the dark
take control
'til the town too
is nothing
but a memory
hostage to the past
Jacques Brel's voice
lost inside her head
"...a coups de pourquoi..."
Now, here, somewhere
in mid-Atlantic
she finds herself
in the middle of nowhere
the middle of nowhere
exactly
where she
wanted to be
"oublier le temps
oublier le temps
oublier le temps."
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
A COUPS DE POURQUOI
Time waiting
like a lowly servant
coughing politely every
now and then
to remind them that
ahem...the world is...waiting
their ********** laughing
"So, let it...wait!"
The world tapping a toe
impatiently
eyes turned
up to Heaven
Time shrugging its shoulders
in a "what-can-I do" way.
She laughs at her and him
( it was always her and him )
puppets now of the imagination
memory's home movie
Time's revenge
remembering how it had been
now how
the train hurtles
through a darkness
her reflection made of night
and cold glass
hung there
suspended
staring into her own
crying eyes
knowing it could
never last what
a fool she'd been
she scorned herself
she this living
painting of the past
Reality once again
getting the upper hand
Time and the World
put in their place
the expensive meal
uneaten on the plate
the ship leavng
the town behind
slowly so
reluctant to do so
before distance and the dark
take control
'til the town too
is nothing
but a memory
hostage to the past
Jacques Brel's voice
lost inside her head
"...a coups de pourquoi..."
Now, here, somewhere
in mid-Atlantic
she finds herself
in the middle of nowhere
the middle of nowhere
exactly
where she
wanted to be
"oublier le temps
oublier le temps
oublier le temps."
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentOublier le tempsendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le cœur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Do not leave me now
We must just forget
Yes, we can forget
All that’s flown beyond
Let’s forget the time
The misunderstands
And the wasted time
To find out how
To forget these hours
Which sometimes ****
The blows of why,
A heart full of joy.
Do not leave me now
Do not leave me now
Do not leave me now
Do not leave me now
JACQUES BREL NE ME QUITTE PAS
