Tuesday 7 January 2020

Dewaele (2016 Re-edit)

Unknown for everyone as difficult 
matter the word that comes to me: 
a lord violent, shady
but inhabited in flat biting 
cingulum tough body
dry-hair over a beautiful broken face
unknown for everyone 
a wagon for a wagon
always in the fog, 
cottony, all day long
looked like he was sleeping 
considered it all with formidable finds
the child cuspids battered
often prisoned
tough dry-hair
raised out by mother,
stories of histories
time immemorial
in the bistro spilling conversion
the preacher preached, 
life on the screen on the street
without any distinction 
a lord, a violent sir
head shady but inhabited