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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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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Bloody stench

Line 9 Saint Ambroise
So fucking drunk
So fucking late
Last train I can’t miss
So many stairs to get
Down there.
I remember
A friend once fell
On metro stairs just like that
Broke his head open
Drunk as he was
He didn’t suffer I guess.
So drunk and fucked up
Hurrying feebly down those stairs
I was thinking of him
I was thinking
I miss a step
I fall
I hit my head
And I’ll be here
Bleeding to death
With no help coming
And those dirty steps
Would be the last thing
I’d ever see
And the stench of death and fear
The last thing I’d ever smell.
Then again
I made it
Caught the last train
Someone had vomited
And stinked up the car
It was just fitting

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