Incendies

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As a torturer.
begins with a promise,
a promise kept,
Stone and epitaph.

You are beautiful.
among pools of blood.
I never want to forget
childhood is a knife

She’s in hospital.
was destroyed.
It would be like a rape.
an envelope.

We’ll go to the mountains
to gently sing a lullaby
TO THE SON
Like an equation.

She studied French
and the realm of solitude.
My son was swallowed
to console you.

I arrived after the massacre
THE WOMAN WHO SINGS
there’s no death certificate.
Nothing means more

to break the chain of anger.
Take solace,
I have only hatred
All handwritten.

I looked for you all my life.
My loves,
The mathematics
The photograph of your mother

sniper in the region.
who your mother is.
no prayers, naked,
Everything was smouldering.

Soon you’ll turn silent…
Push.
Listen.
to be strong.

Niv, Niv, Niv…
stuck in your throat.
Mum?
Why did you do this to us?

My father died during the war,
face down,
engrave my name in the sun.
Promise.

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Still Walking

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His eyesight’s shot,
all his buttons were torn off.
I think it’s normal.
for Valentine’s Day.

Your gentle kiss…
a delicate bone
Let her hear your voice.
Let him do what he wants.

I wake up sometimes.
I weigh less than before.
grinding his teeth,
the wrong idea,

That ship ran aground.
But I only sway
I wonder who left these flowers.
in a separate room.

His body just keeps growing.
It broke open.
Not having someone to hate
anything so thoughtful.

A woman should be charming
Apologizing for being alive.
for making a funeral offering
A secret.

She gave him chocolates
Restoration, not repair.
Women are so scary.
their bodies can’t keep up

a big hospital nearby.
Japanese ballads.
The flowers were a brighter red
at your child’s grave.

I almost forgot.
You’ll outgrow me soon.
with classical music.
that Pachinko sound.

He got such a big bruise
but he ate his fill,
of precious hot water.
just like your crows.

Say, how did you feel
when your daddy died?
A piano tuner.
to make you feel safe.

I’ll get a blue bed.
come back yellow
We can add his memorial photo later.
Letters no one will read?

A widowed single mom’s
Just a butterfly.
A single cavity
that useless piece of trash.

whenever I see yellow butterflies,
I got lost, drenched in sweat.
Can’t have him forgetting
These days,

You still have sparrows out here.
hanging out to dry.
They’re probably lonely.
apparently he sings

I wonder who left these flowers.
to be there for my death.
to deserve this.
Drink them separately.

a butterfly flew in at night.
and was hospitalized.
it just breaks my heart.
not your mouth.

You don’t know how hard it is
I gave her a beautiful kimono,
A chocolate stain.
Tryptanol…

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I Am Waiting

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I’ll break your arms
Just like a broken flower of love
and be on my way.
An easy target.
The girl you’ve been caring for.

She disappeared when she still had
Do it again.
ADDRESSEE UNKNOWN
It was a year ago today
I see your face between the waves

The medal is for
Nothing.
It stays here in my heart
I’ll tell you everything.
But my voice is gone,

The water makes white birds turn blue
100 PROOF
You’ll still be Ionely.
Would you like to see the pictures
consume you.

His luggage was on the ship
as if it’s weeping for us
You and your toy again.
That’s the only thing he lives for.
I need to open something.

Here they are. The pictures are
of your clothes.
we’ll end up feeling empty inside.
Didn’t anyone promise you
anything about women.

I wanted to escape from myself.
and your feelings
your killer upper cut.
why you never told me
The stars are blurred on the water

Take his clothes off.
I can share my pain with you.
I lost control,
And you’re soaked.
Afraid to find out

You shouldn’t peek into a girl’s room
This is my only dream.
that this time it’s real.
And I cry again
Into the sky

Not bad. You grazed me.
That’s my story.
before I got scared.
inscribed in the back.
with my own bare hands.

I’ll sleep here.
We’ll drink all night long.
You’ll regret this.
and then leave.
It was hard.

Promises can be easily broken
I only remember the nice ones.
You’re so distant.
lowlifes around me.
Your voice, your face.

Everyone used to be somebody else
I was the only one who was in love.
Hold him.
Listen to the song.
Go to hell.

 

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Thirst

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On Sundays.
where bright blue stars glisten,
One female. Unconscious.
Sucking a little
She gobbled it down

I felt tingly all over like
It’s Easter Sunday.
Sweet dreams.
A submerged village.
your cold hand touching me.

WOUNDED HEALER
I’ll go find the pills.
at the bottom of the lake.
Your blood is completely mixed with mine.
There’s more.

My prayers work fine.
that tears may not roll down them.
But I tiptoed around afraid to hurt anyone.
thinking prayer is useless.
“K”!

Dear patients, I regret
her day and night with needlework.
Please.
Grant me the following
The non-stop weepy, old songs.

I don’t know why you wandered astray.
between yes and no.
I waited for you
I was standing right next to my son.
Like a cripple without limbs,

When two people are in love,
the blisters disappeared.
She was in a bad hit-and-run.
and showed me her panties.
Just once,

Let my shoulders and back be bent,
in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
I’m practically a virgin.
and throwing the body away is…
That song, Father,

Please look at the camera and speak.
Don’t grab my heart so hard.
It was your idea.
Lost a lot of blood.
Closing time.

Remember his goodness
then spread to the middle of the body
a secret from you.
I held it in my bosom all day.
It’s best to leave things in wanting.

PRAY FOR US
Crush my lips and tongue,
So pale, weak, and helpless.
I wanted to live with you forever and ever.
Do you know how hard

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Children of Nature

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my father sat with his accordion
I remember it so clearly.
Song and dance.
gone to seed.

display of lust.
My God.
He always remembers
She keeps running away.

this luggage up the stairs.
extremely mysterious.
a sweetheart on every floor.
dreaming some nonsense.

cliffs and empty gun-nests
Cold water.
in the name of the Lord.
who took my picture down.

I don’t think about things I know.
I hardly believe
Nothing really.
This dance is mine.

dear, it’s bedtime for us.
the occasional ball.
nothing but a single raven.
from the old days.

Sometime I feel that
about you staying in the north.
God I wish I was there now.
to haunt the living.

You are the last person
The gospel of this holy
Smell.
of the fair sex.

We see ourselves as
Children at her age
I thought I was
Welcome.

Nothing less than missing persons.
will all meet again.
Goodbye dad.
but I thought I recognized you,

afraid of her. She’s just a ghost.
clear to you.
Somehow I don’t believe in
every now and then.

People’s final wishes
the search in the home itself.
It has been a dream of mine
I guess it will be

I sometimes get the feeling
One can only hope
just me and my stuff.
Hardly a holiday.

 

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The Match Factory Girl

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The burden of memories
are forever in bloom
Whore.
and we’ll never ever meet again.

This happiness
crashed down,
Good.
in the middle of the forest.

Your cold eyes and chilly smile
Nothing could touch me less
Rat poison.
means the world to me

CALL ME
from that paradise away
All kinds of wonderful flowers
and automatic weapons,

Tell my love that I am
I’m always dreaming
I’m a prisoner of this earth
anything lasting between us,

I just came to say good-bye.
Where warm waves softly caress
That’s something
Good.

Tents were burned
that dreamland someday
of your kiss
they set it on fire.

My eyes beheld
all alone when the baby’s born.
only to find disappointment
I must write to you about.

MOTHER
Frost killed my faith
We both hope
My love’s flower died

But no, unlike the birds
evidently killed
Somewhere beyond the ocean
became a symbol

And only in my dreams
by troops with fixed bayonets.
the ever-happy sands
truly love me,

 

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April Story

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I love him…
It was unrequited.
A dream like that sits ill

I was devastated.
I like listening to records.
I dedicated that last six

you use these artificial lures.
But even a girl won’t have any
and the ability to solve them…

No one comes.
You didn’t happen
I want to call it a miracle of love.

Careful…
There’s bedding for two…
And that is my dream, my prayer!

I live alone, so…
a perspective we take,
It cools off at night.

I spent the summer studying
The time is changing.
I didn’t really understand it.

I guess you’ll miss her, won’t you?
There… down on the floor.
Tomorrow. Sunday.

A shame to commit my dream to him,
This one’s fine.
rang in me like a summons.

The woman from next door.
That one’s broken.
Newlyweds, I guess.

This age of war will end.
but he will make it come true.
I can go no further…

I need your signature here.
It won’t all fit.
On the brown paper cover

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