start a poem;
with what?
I choose a word and think: I always start poems
just like that;
I want to be more abstract
and tralala pulchritudinous --
there's a word for you; I used a thesaurus,
how phoney
how transposed and disconnected from my heart
I write

and I know I can do better than that
than this
yeah, I know that
and I'm a strong believer of
art
creating itself
when it's meant to be created
and that sometimes it's just not meant to be
but when there is so much
filling the heart with wistful agony
and agonizing wistfulness,
creating something pretty
feels pretty good; and you'd think
there'd ought to be something
to write about
if I can feel this much inside of me
if it's that heavy...
I guess
what I'm really trying to say
is that
I'm afraid.
but that's not good enough, is it?
I want to write wilting lilies and papercuts
and stubbed toes and a bit of rage and longing, but mostly
I want to write the truth
and the truth is
I'm afraid
that I'm not enough;

but I know, I know,
that's not good enough, is it?

Grandiose curiosum
Tittle-tattle tralala
Association after association
What has been and could have been
And would have been and isn’t
The fourth rack wrecks
With rumours and whispers
And dishonest lies
But sell your soul for some sales
And you’ll end up in an endless devaluation
Of the moral
And the valuable
And decency and fact
Between a cold Sun and a dead Star
There is nothing worthy to Express

Avec les yeux d'une tête de mort
Que la lune encore décharne,
Tout mon passé, disons tout mon remords,
Ricane à travers ma lucarne.

Avec la voix d'un vieillard très cassé,
Comme l'on n'en voit qu'au théâtre,
Tout mon remords, disons tout mon passé,
Fredonne un tralala folâtre.

Avec les doigts d'un pendu déjà vert
Le drôle agace une guitare
Et danse sur l'avenir grand ouvert
D'un air d'élasticité rare.

" Vieux turlupin, je n'aime pas cela ;
Tais ces chants et cesse ces danses. "
Il me répond avec la voix qu'il a :
" C'est moins farce que tu ne penses,

" Et quant au soin frivole, ô doux morveux,
De te plaire ou de te déplaire,
Je m'en soucie au point que, si tu veux,
Tu peux t'aller faire lanlaire ! "