Lessons of Darkness
(Lektionen in Finsternis)
- Fire is the seventh color.
Orange dusk Inhalable dust Camping aside a nasal passage Swollen eyes To see An indistinguishable event Arise To ashes The seventh color Is Your uninhibited instinct.
The Oyster Princess
- This is why first impressions are important.
Oh my lady! Please use a spoon If it is stuck in the shell. You are not going to lick it out with your tongues, There are better things to do with your tongues anyway. But please allow me to show you, All you need is a small spoon. Open the tiny slit with a gentle touch, Swirl the spoon on the tip until it is loose, Hold it close to your mouth like this, Now suck it all in, my dear!
Djibril Diop Mambéty
- The doorway of money is open and closed.
IT'S Monday again, Oh, what am I to do, other than buying another lottery ticket? Winning one, perhaps? Oh, my desk, it doesn't even deserve me calling it 'my,' I am too weak to admit my desk is utterly useless to me, except, well, you know, except perhaps sometimes it comes handy when it comes to two people, you know...but that doesn't solve my lottery problem, because I am not going to sit here all day thinking about it, or else, nothing will be accomplished, like when you sit at your desk, you know, on MONDAY.
Nothing But Time
(Rien que les heures)
- Ticking away a part of you.
Last night I caught a mackerel, And cooked it with a cockerel. It was delicious! It was deliriously delicious! You know I don't cook, But that was something. All I did was to put it into the oven, Raw mackerel, Live cockerel, It is all natural. What happened? Nothing but time, nothing but time.
A Working Men's Club in Sheffield
(Ein Arbeiterclub in Sheffield)
- A day is two another day.
A man walks out for lunch, Sees no one in the street, And's got a bad hunch. There is a whole bunch Of restaurants that one can munch Inside without getting crunched. Isn't this his dream? What is he waiting for? He walks around and then scrunch Outside a restaurant whose brunch Is served with fruit-punch. It takes a man's true courage to be the first for lunch.
Jean Eustache, Jean-Michel Barjol
- How the sausage was born.
What a bouncy gut! So smooth and rough. Smack those eyes, Grind those ears, Twist those hearts, Stomach in the main, Bladder on the side, Mouth is trapped, Mind is off, Stuff them all and, It will be ready for the mall.
Vertical Features Remake
- Observers of observations.
My hands start to hurt when typing this poem. My hand starts to hurt while typing this sentence. My hurt starts to hover whilst tying this poem Together. I should have known, My hhands startsto hhurt whe typping thsi pem.
The Magical Clock, or The Little Girl Who Wanted to Be a Princess
(L'horloge magique ou La petite fille qui voulait être princesse)
- The magic girl with the little clock.
Through an indiscreet mirror, Sees an indirect image, Floating besides your neck, You peek through, And sees an indirect mirror, Reflecting an indiscreet image, Floating around your neck, And you are peeked, Through an mirror indirectly from an image, Floating beneath you. Oh - Don't turn back! Magic only goes forward!
The White Bus
- Passengers against-deck.
It is ten minutes before boarding, All passengers are stuck at the first inning, What for? You asked. Hoarding. It is five minutes before boarding, No passengers are still standing. How come? You asked. Crash Landing. It is one second after boarding Into the streets with warning: Never piss a pedestrian in the early morning!
Stations of the Elevated
- The precisionist goes abstract.
4am PST It is heartwarming to know t h a t Even Mona Lisa changes her stockings once in a while.