Dans Ma Nuit

In my night
Trench murky and stinking sown with wolf holes where it rains
Showers of harrows, squalls of bullets and troubles
In my night where it rains
Oh my bad star
Of magenta and blue
You came to weave your web
With violet and counterfeit glimmers
Made of half-life.

In my night
Black, perpetual, dense,
In this damn
Thor's auditorium
I tasted your dance
Hard gold drug
Hard like my future
Addiction.

In our nights
Of frigidity
The abbey
Resounded
With our pagan rites
And the snow melted
In the light of your traps
Of your lies.

Psychiatry...
New night
Only friends:
Zo-tri
Howling like infants
Like songs that invite
To quickly rot
We all rot...

Psychiatry
New night
It's here
That you left me
Hell yeah!
In my nights,
In my night...
In... my life.

In my night
It's been
Thirty-one
Years that I'm there
That I sweat
That I love nothing
That I suck
Like a dog
The rotten bone
With a taste of poison
Very bitter
And gross
With a taste of shit
Of melancholy.
It's not even your fault
Old pal
If in your shitty life
I'm like a wrong note
Fleeing in my labyrinthine night
Caught by my genetic mourning
Looking for your day without gps
But as always
Caught for excess of sadness...
Parked on the side
Head shattered
Like my father in a coma
A dirty summer.

Once the city rat
Invited the country rat,
In a very civil manner,
To some ortolan leftovers.
On a Turkish carpet
The table was set.
I leave you to think about the life
That these two friends led.
The feast was quite honest,
Nothing was missing from the feast;
But someone disturbed the party
While they were in the middle.
At the door of the room
They heard noise:
The city rat runs away;
His comrade follows him.
The noise stops, they retreat:
Rats in the countryside immediately;
And the city dweller says:
Let's finish our roast.
- That's enough, said the rustic;
Tomorrow you will come to my place:
It's not that I pride myself
On all your royal feasts;
But nothing interrupts me:
I eat at leisure.
Goodbye then; fie on the pleasure
That fear can corrupt.