Le tableau sur le mur
me montré une monde nouveau.
Et me dérobé de la monde
que j'ai aimé toujours.

well sometimes I have feelings
that need to have their cork taken out
so I go and write these poems
they may be about you
or us
but they often don't really mean anything
unless they do
and it doesn't matter if they're ****** or boring or inarticulate
the point is that I have them written down.
they don't need to rhyme;
in fact i quite detest rhyming poems.

La rose
s'assieds sur la table
et avec les temps
fane.