The Hanged Man
What a perverse idea
An hommage to Sylvia
No, she stole from me
It is time to be selfish
And I am, very correctly
But what a perverse idea
When I look to the Seine
To think this :
what a great scene it would be
to drown in it, very cinematographic
(dramatic hollywood)
Now that the waters are nearly clean (by the City Hall)
I’d be the star
As I travesse the bridge
How nice it would be to fall (it will be a summer fall,
very refreshing)
As an sportsmen in the Olympic Diving Competition
But never to return to surface
Adieu, land in no-sight!
Nothing sad about it
I look to the sky and pretend to dream
But I am searching a place to double-knot a rope and fly
To kill my darlings
Wouldn’t it be fun?
To play Tiradentes in the city of the guillotine?
So strange to notice that irregularly petrified
Lutetian limestones do not provide an
easy-to-find good surface
To hang a future hanged man
The city is not adapted for it
And the apartments were not designed well enough for some unconventional uses
(architects never mind to think about it)
To whom can I send a complaint
regarding bad Customer Services?
What a perverse idea
To go to the supermarket
to buy oranges, tomatoes and a gun
No
A gum
My mistake, my mistake, my mistake
A very nice one
Such a fiasco is not really necessary
It’s only a squirt gun trigger
Gushing water
In a beautiful color
Then vanishing slowly
With an ecobag
That reads save the world
What a perverse idea
on the metro
No! not the metro
The metro is for brave people
That want to disappoint the workers
disturbing their ordinary morning
with an spectacle
That won’t pay and will make them all late
I get home to meet a new idea
There is carbon monoxide and Xanax
As a possibility to relax
and have a forever good night of sleep
Sleeping Beauty without a prince
Schrödinger’s cat half-alive half-dead
Not a big deal
Not a fuss
But did you see, the price of the gas bill is increasing, and my credit card has no limit
How could I leave this debt to my dearest housemate or land-lady?
Well it’s best
to leave it at that
And what a perverse complication
if any of this fails
How boring to have to
Explain why to my friends and family
(And then to well-qualified hired professionals
who want to stick their noses in
my inadequacies and money)
Would they buy the truth
That it is just a case of sweet comic causality?
(an opportunity and not a great sadness)
I rather avoid such embarrassment
and prevent a big shame
Getting it right for the first time
or nevermind
And if perhaps there are other lives
What a nightmare of a dime
Imagine to have to redo school
And learn everything from holding a spoon
loving the parents and walking
to controlling your bills, working 30 more years, finding dreams and finally behaving accordingly
to the society of your time
No way, what a terrible perverse rhyme!
Well, thinking straight
If I find such barriers and continue to write
Maybe in the end
I just
Don’t want to die