Le matin je Parle anGlais



KEYLESS Bakery playmates thrown down along Le fleuve,
teleporting bOdies into a canvased-walled sound BoX.

Turquoise vinyl seating,
SmOOth caTs stRolling,
SWEEt TriO seamlessly moving the CrazYY, dizzy black-n-white river
WaSHing my tOEs in delicious gray dust.

I can hear you, RED,
screaming at me from your drippping white clouds
down my accordian spine.

LOOK!

SiLence sustaining the frenzy of hair waves
sTammering NotEs, notEs, NOtes!

Penetrating T Lines mapping out the unseen onto flat whiteness.
R streTCHing the hourglass tiGHtrope, craCKling the playground.
Leading the unlead into the Garden, CC squeezes Multiple Light Folds.
V drops pulSating spirals of tWisted tongue off the steaming floor.

In the morning I speak EnglASH
SO i can hear you crystalizing my next buZZ.
Yeah!

dessin par Thierry Giroux Veilleux

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