Archive for the ‘Pensées pour la nuit’ Category

Hole (Sky View)

We play the game

(though it degrades us),

we are told we are meant to play,

and we believe it proper

(but, inside, if we listen,

it *feels* so wrong).

… Molested soul,

gaping hole:

the more you take,

the bigger it grows!









Sakhalin 1

Banal enemies:

May their worst-case scenario

become reality!

Their pitiful existence sucks!

Truly, they are beneath me,

but like an insect, hell-bent,

barb deployed,

greeting withheld,

they bite.




Piton de la Fournaise, 2004

Disembodied voice,

blast from past,

blood runs cold,

memories and nausea,

molten lava in head.

… Sometimes,

for some people,

the less said

is best.

… Piton de la Fournaise!