Jean Figerou + Commentaires

behind the wall


Roaming poets,
Soul burnings,
Do you fly with me ?

Escape from the blinding wall,
Crush your teeth
In the glittering cement.

Gloat over and be a spy,
Be a fly that can fly
A spider that can spike.

I was beated by a carpet of those,
Insanities of these,
Overboiling pocket of matches, flashes,
Flocks of "non lu".

Furor as a wawa
Dandy as a yaya
Scrooge was cruel,
At the end of the day.

AB