À la nuit

À la nuit s’égare l’étoile du berger. À la nuit boit la lune à la ramure des reflets. Je serre ma propre main qui a tenu ta main et la terre sent le printemps fragile. À la nuit les orages rôdent entre les briques des temples révolus. De mon doigt amnésique je touche ma lèvre qui t’a embrassé. Filigrane des nuages quand ils croisent à ton front.Écrire sur les murs endoloris la pluie qui se dérobe sans amour. La dentelle jaunit et se parchemine. Je caresse mes cheveux que tu as caressés. Se lève le courant d’air qui claque la fenêtre gifle les rêves égratigne la mémoire.

Napa Valley

The snake dry air
Blowing from the distant desert
The barren sterile hills
Blackened by the scars
Of the summer fires
Skeletons of trees
Hanging from the sky
Blue to the point of aching
Of being sore in the eyes
Even the lake
Haunted by the Zodiac killer
Is desiccated
Whistling in the pounding heat
The meagre rattling bushes
Dormant
In the absence of wind
No one will be saved
No one will be loved
As the Californian vultures
Are towering
Over the dying stars
Of a lying night.

Dreamland

Un texte assez ancien. Je ne retrouve même pas la date de la première version. Et une image 2023

The colours of the funfair
Look like sluts
Common music
Of the candy floss
The slot machines rattling
Beheaded
One arm bandits.
We are young
So young
We make the tide envious.
You love me
Without telling.
I love you
Without knowing.
On the scenic railway
You hold me tight.
I could fly over
I am light as rain
And the fleshy fragrance
Of your leather jacket…
Getting a ride for free
The fair is different from life
You have a second chance
To win a prize
A worthless prize
Glitters and plastic.
Our love too
Could have won
Our love
Unlucky
At the bingo game of youth
And the fleshy fragrance
Of your leather jacket…
Go round, merry go rounds of absurdity
Turn on and on like life
You loved me in silence
I loved you but didn’t understand
Go round, merry go rounds !
You know, sometimes
Now that I have grown up
I can still hear
The clatter
Of the ghost train
When it was deafening
Your smile…
I would like to hold your hand
But, go round, the merry go round of youth
Let’s turn, on and on, life
Old age
And the fleshy fragrance
Of your leather jacket…

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