Monday, August 17, 2015

the tablet

what I thought was dead
what I brought to fork
the fork relentless of my
plate my path ,crowded
laundry hangs from b
ookshelves I have to
pee I thought the wall
was wet your eyes
were blinking in the
mirror was just the
air was just the
gnats was that your
current head was
that the tongue s poke
spoke dust falling
from the fridge faut immobiliser la langue...
- Toussaint Des Mornes


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