Poetry
and Poésie in a cosmological drama
Poetry, Oniric and
Dramatic (Updated)
DIS-BINDING
The cotton-wool of my
discomfort
Masturbates my distress
With unbearably delightful
cheerlessness
And fondles my blank void-ness
With eternally resting
softness
Velvet snug in the cell-lessness
Of this expanding here-ness
Of that overflown there-ness
Deictic directionlessness
Of a heartful of restlessness
Of a restful of heartlessness
The walls have shrunk in
front of my eyes
The dancers resisted for a
while
But the dark web of my brains
Spided them over with the
white
Of the fleeing screen of ink
That traps the fish
That grounds the tanks
That blinds the shells
And rapes the oyster shrine
That shines in the dimly rosy
lips
Of the sea-sand undulating
with algae
Dancing with medusae
Swaying with sharks
And rolls the cloudy bouquet
Tasty and crunchy
Like a brownie sprinkled with
walnuts
I grin the icing with my
golden teeth
And the Rhyne wine twines
round my spine
My bonnie bony back
formalness
And grinds to ashes
The sweet sugary fumet
Of an herby Irish stew
Steelful like an IRA rifle
Tarful like a highland Scotch
Melts to sparkling crystal
The sweeping sway of my . . .
. . . Rumbanesque chachawise
soukouslike samba
The water chute sprays the
air
With the white foam
Of the swelling current
Thrusting through the banks
Through the virginal jungle
of Africa
Black and dark as a happy
night
Luminous as a sad memory
That lancinates my syndromes
With the recurrence of
boredom
The naughtiness of neverdom
The strife of let it be again
The resuming silence of the
end
When the violet reclines its
head
When the rose lilies its
petals
The naked wind of the morning
Breaks through the draping
sheets
And vanishes in the
mourningful distance
Of a hangover showering down
On the flat bottom of our
boxed lives
Only the rug will keep the
stain
The flesh will be refreshed
By the absolving cup of coffee
By the pregnant Monday
That will inevitably enwomb
our thirst
In the fetal capsule
Of next Saturday night
Might be
Might have been
Desire of the never-to-be-remembered
Jacques COULARDEAU
# posted by Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU @ 1:33 PM