USUAL

Translated by Paul Buck.

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With the milk of an ass

and apocalyptic messages

in my mental basket

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I await the mandarins

of the seventh day

….

they weave basic

outlines and sew hearts

ever more human

….

Frankenstein smiles

at the lower parts of their abdomens

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I gave an account to Elvis

brave soldier one-two

who smokes plain Craven

on a light boat

in the Gulf of Mexico

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the king confided in me with a grin :

the mental mechanics

would be able to haggle with Bengal lights

in the flames of hell,

you know ?

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it is a rose levitation

that conducted me here

through my mouth

she inhales all terrors

stated beneath the citadel of Hue

(when Satisfaction incited

the napalm ghosts

to become more familiar with God)

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I grind

in the dustbins of history

Begging definitive words

with frigid dolls

of the Imperial Semantics

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then Elvis found me

at the bottom of the john

In the Heartbreak Hotel

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my inner breath

my carcass of fresh blood

anamorphoses itself

a raspy tongue

overturns my genetics

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I am the comet tail

that sobs in the mezzanine

a billion light years

of the human world

….

They arrive with their lies

I keep for myself the atomic breath

of electricity

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DECLARATION

Translated by Paul Buck

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to feed

a cargo of viscera

I named terror

at the gates

of the blazing metropolis

…….

my double agents

crawled on the ruins

of the christian west

chanting

alternative gimmicks

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today, they kill themselves

with cosmonaut monkeys

in order to ward off

the empire of malediction

……

my heart ridiculed by it

I distill my hatred

into the computer-dwarfs

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who took charge of

the power of dread,

the reality of doubt ?

…….

One imagines

sickly priests

reeling on our hearts

in unison

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I need sulfur

and the forbidden codes

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to give birth finally to the machine,

a spotless monster

who will tell of

the fiction of always