words without make-up - second edition

it's always been easier for me to conciliate
with the worse that with a less
with nothing than with average
with a true absence than with a half presence
things drifting into indifference. she got bored.

[I see myself in your muteness, I believe your silence]

she said to him: "don't get angry at me...
I'm trying to tell you something you don't want to hear"

au bout du compte

i care for no half-truths

ça suffit

Eyes that spEak

arabic telephone

vous me touchez
au coeur
comme toujours
my skeleton dissolved with the heat
I'm hanging in space as an
ectoplasm
there, smile,
I always wanted to become a true spirit
!

télégraphe 02

ma chère Vous
je suis au retour
but not quite
quiet not yet
i ate my fingers
i wait for them
to grow back
i have no tools
i have no ad-verbs
i swallowed them
all
je pense à vous
and i forget about
you - jamais

votre mElle d'honneur

ps. nous sommes le Flux et la Brume
Vous&Moi

"truth or dare?"

variations

[for you]
flat on energy mind heavy as lead
leads my forehead nowhere but
on the edge of implosion. I beg for it to implode
. release from a fixed idea of the impossible.
I think of you Miss behind your closed window.
In your dark I see your light
even you'd make a real effort to turn it off
my closed window to yours. close
in the case I don't implose lust will come back as it left

dis-orient-(H)at & d poem