Requiem

Line 9
The last one
Everything
Has to go
Men, Women, Beasts
And whatnots
So I listen to
Last train’s
Boogie
I hear an old friend
Saying
Fuck you
Tchikatchick, Tchikatchick
Going nowhere
Never born
Line 9
Tchikatchick, Tchikatchick

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Parents’ whine

Line 9
Any given day
In the crowd
A baby
With a sucker
‘Tétine’ we call it in French
Téton in French being the word for
Nipple
Anyway
All babies
Seem to have them suckers
Nowaday
A baby
Doesn’t have much
Means of expression
He can smile
He can cry
He can babble
And that’s about
It
So when you put
A sucker
Into a baby’s mouth
You just tell the kid
Plain and clear
SHUT THE FUCK UP
The kid shuts up
Of course
Suck suck suck
Looking dumb
And parents
Never learn
The infinity
Of nuances
Coming with
Cries
Babbles
And smiles
They never learn the language
And Mom and Pop don’t know
how to communicate
With their own baby
Anymore unless
He’s listening to them
Suck suck suck
How comfortable that is
Later on
Parents wonder
Why little Johnny put a shotgun
Into his mouth
Or their’s
So give these suckers
To your babies
And they WILL
Shut up
Like the neutered dog or cat
Parents
Nowaday
Are so fond of

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Stinking pelt

Line 9
On the way home
The local tabloid
Spread on the floor
I pick it up
I read
This woman
87 y.o.
Was hit by a car
Jaywalking
Dead
This other woman
72 y.o.
Not crossing the street
Fast enough
Flattened
By a truck
This couple
79 and 76 y.o.
Crashed on the road
Were killed when
Another car
Hit them
Getting old
Is like a sinking ship
Water is cold
And you’re
Never sure
Where hell
Is coming from

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Alone on Mars

On Line 9
When hurling down with
The last train
The iron tracks screaming
And ghosts standing alert
You’re not exactly dead yet
But not
Exactly alive
Anymore
That moment in between
When you don’t
Have to think
Whether you’re
Dead or alive
Is comfortable
Enough
Somehow
You wish
It’d never end

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