Vue d’ici, par delà cette table de soldats où chacun se regarde sans dire un mot, ressassant une lettre lue, ou à écrire, les mâchoires creusées par la mastication, chacun profondément détourné des autres et de soi, dans le vacarme des tanks dont on révise les moteurs, cette construction qui étire loin ses spirales de béton, ressemble à une arche. Mais plus on l’observe, plus les surfaces disparaissent au profit des arêtes, éveillant toutes sortes de pensées violentes, instantanément dispersées, ou amplifiées, par l’évidence d’être seul.
Poem without a cause
death without a body, but as real as sex*
all of you fuckers!*You listen !*I am from the outside* since ever eating meat*
I fuck since my five years old,
born as a dragon with a hole in the rear. *
Don’t say love to me* don’t say you care - you don’t give a shit, and so do I ! As soon as Ill meet you, Ill fuck you – all this tendreness is too heavy, it drips out of your balls – come here*I meet you at the border* where I am hitting and hit by silence* by the flat eyes of my hooker and junkie twins* what part of myself will cross at first ?*after the projection we start to fuck*I suck a body ten times heavier than mine*what is the weight of rape ?of justice ?of hate ?crack my ass smoke my puke love my skeleton*I am not the one you fuck*I am the one who wanks alone under bloody trees*savage and raffinate bite of a skull with milky teeth*I may be the cock pissing over the world*pissing
and pissing
on harmony
and God*
I am hungry, always want to fuck and spit out the gift of your cock*
lightening eyes of a whip* I don’t want to die as a slave!*
Ill stay pure*
Facing every day *
And looking for*
The danger of death*
And the defeat of love*
perhaps... perhaps not***