3
31 in two days
i barely stand the line
at d'Orsay
the Seine
a stone's throw away
as green as a home
7
i visited Knole while you were away
windows shut
curtains drawn
dreamcatchers still
on porches
the wisterias need trimming
4
it's October
the kindest month
i look for a jardin anglais
a large V in cress
an army of steel green lazy chairs
i'll let my hair down
2
back to the present
of mining my DVD collections
for gold dust of optimistic
Voltaire-proof theodicy
get the remote
out of my hand!
Showing posts with label jardinduluxembourg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jardinduluxembourg. Show all posts
Saturday, 2 February 2008
Wednesday, 12 December 2007
people take pictures of each other taking pictures of each other
no idea what i thought when i saw yr picture the first time
i thought of paris
jardin du luxembourg
pale frogs sunning themselves in the november cold
the pale cream earth of the good arrondisements
visiting yr sarcophagus next door at the tombes des grands hommes
100 years y.a.d.
get myself a treat of jeff de bruges chocolate crepes first before the inevitable
doom and tears
i thought of what's in yr head
and what's besides
what's at the tip of yr shoes
kicking the air
into submissions
maybe that's what you're into, submissions
after all, in the drama of life
aren't we all wannabe
dominatrices?
i thought of the standard factory-issue green bench
of painting it the red of yr labia
or maybe the red of yr mania
what do i know
what do i know
about paints and sinners?
i thought of the papparazzo
hiding behing a bush
yr complicity in the whole affair
yr dragging the sun, trees, la mer
into the vortex of yr (finish this sentence yrself)
i thought of many things
things that had happened to me
things that had not happened
things that might've happened
things that might not be
in this world
but the picture is just there
perfect
not saying a word
i thought of paris
jardin du luxembourg
pale frogs sunning themselves in the november cold
the pale cream earth of the good arrondisements
visiting yr sarcophagus next door at the tombes des grands hommes
100 years y.a.d.
get myself a treat of jeff de bruges chocolate crepes first before the inevitable
doom and tears
i thought of what's in yr head
and what's besides
what's at the tip of yr shoes
kicking the air
into submissions
maybe that's what you're into, submissions
after all, in the drama of life
aren't we all wannabe
dominatrices?
i thought of the standard factory-issue green bench
of painting it the red of yr labia
or maybe the red of yr mania
what do i know
what do i know
about paints and sinners?
i thought of the papparazzo
hiding behing a bush
yr complicity in the whole affair
yr dragging the sun, trees, la mer
into the vortex of yr (finish this sentence yrself)
i thought of many things
things that had happened to me
things that had not happened
things that might've happened
things that might not be
in this world
but the picture is just there
perfect
not saying a word
Friday, 7 December 2007
La flèche d'or
Di sebuah taman
dengan satu bangku merah
di tengahnya
Seorang gadis berjalan
menendang udara
di depan kakinya
Ranselnya berat
menyimpan baju tamsir
dan sekantong panah
Matahari menyala
seperti terompah
raja
Daun daun gugur
bersama
sama
Si gadis lupa
membawa
busurnya
dengan satu bangku merah
di tengahnya
Seorang gadis berjalan
menendang udara
di depan kakinya
Ranselnya berat
menyimpan baju tamsir
dan sekantong panah
Matahari menyala
seperti terompah
raja
Daun daun gugur
bersama
sama
Si gadis lupa
membawa
busurnya
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