Michael Standaert

 

Sail Oars Dunking Envy Thing Upside In and Side Down Out

His phone was tapped with a piece of mother's corn-custard
And the wine drank when the restorers ran out of his money
With vehemence he denounced his head between his feet

He asked the lawyer a question about black leather jackets
Then hurried upstairs to pay his bill to the taxidermist
From Borneo, who attempted to shrink his head

Under the neon, poets sitting in the central fountain
Tortured him for hours with their terrible torsos
He begged the drunken policemen to lock him away

Dragging his duffle bag through the smugglers station
He was annihilated by infants asleep in strollers
Weeping at the concept, a reflection of universal ideas

 

Savaged by Savagery

Commuted to life imprisonment
On weary paths
Failing memories
Before he was advanced in age
Roofs and walls tapping, worn pipes
A diffusion of thoughts
Distracted and kissing notes
Songs drifting like doubts
On the melancholy twilight
A route strewn with garments
Insurrections of laughter
Seeking peace while the gatekeepers
At the threshold
Cry in pain, embracing them
Turning them blind

 

A Young Girl in the Courtyard

She has no idea where she is
Dancing on the patio
To the reggae stuttering bass beat
Over and over again

She has never sinned
Or done wrong
As far as I know
Her eyes never held torment

She steps with confidence, faithfully
Onto patterns, right-angle bricks
They hover above, below
And among her dreams

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