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i miss talking to you too

Charles Bukowski – Bluebird

[...]
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
[...]

(poésie de brousse)

le poème est assassin
porteur de renouveau 

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Sébastien Bec, Nous sommes tous guerriers, Éds Trois-Pistoles, 2008