Bereft on the sand
he pleads for the tide to return,
soothe his wounds and take him away.
He calls to the moon
but the sea steals his words.
Bared to the wind, face scored by storms
his hair lifts and strays like the listless Sargas…
Notre Dame de Paris
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Happy New Year. Here's to the Robin
Robin, as you sing your red breast swells
between the frosty branches in this wintry glow.
You cock your head and listen to the bells
An unlikely partner
They told me horses play with balls
kick them, chase them
so I gave my horse a white one the size of her thighs
rolled it over the rye towards her
she raised her head for a moment’s surprise
then turned away
buried her nose in the t…
October : The Hunt
They’re shooting pigeons up in the air
shooting wild boar berserk in the woods,
they sway in the corn with their rifles loaded
aim with the warm red wine in their veins
shoot their leader in the foot
shoot their neighbour on the shins
…