Paul Bogaert

One takes a quantity of details
as if preparing for an operation.
At once the slaves of eloquence rivet themselves
together. A shiver makes ready.
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It's the jerky wheeze from the one who pants
makes him/her pant like that. The lower lip
curls to what a cerebral lobe
full of echoes in captivity dictates.
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One stands at a lock
that guarantees mustiness.
Then one instinctively finds out the trick:
one tightens certain muscles, betrays
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An eight-armed carrier holder stretched so tight
that due to hooks and tension
it is hazardous to bring your eyes closer
than you need to see it: this is the image
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What you said was undiluted.
And it proved effective too:
I can't see a thing. My head is clean
now and white. It's done.
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Proceeding to the letter
and in the spirit of the scheduled starting time
he checks the buoys and the temperature
and shyly he traverses the zones.
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[…]
The mother's heart has ears that never sleep!
I mean to say
the mother's heart that is made
of shammy leather and trampoline material.
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- I hear that you have stabilized.
It's me, no, that's not something
you'd eat or utter,
too crude, I understand that,
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In our country we deal with pent up pain
by assuming that everyone can
paint, hate, break in, murder and deal with pain.
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He throws her on the bed, it has to be done,
the polo neck must come off,
the rest as well, a rip doesn't matter, he must quickly
lie with his skin
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All the light-hearted may proceed to the Dandelion salon.
Much the same applies to anyone who is strong and spontaneous.
Sociable or tough people can also go with Geoffrey.
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With the ingenious
combination pedals

the suppression
of the red-orange bar diagram
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Just wait until your goddess Aurora
starts going on about her receding gums
and you realize that you have spent a fortune
on placebos and coloured spotlights.
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I thought that time would work indirectly,
with a light erosion, a slow mould,
that he, from the shadow, gnawing at a lukewarm bird's leg,
would allow a low-educated wind to do the job,
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You never hesitate when you speak
and you're a spitting image when you're silent
of somebody who just knows best.
But now a little vomit clings
like words still to your lips,
to your open mouth, you can't make it
leak out, make it speak out.

You must learn to inhale slowly
when I kiss your moist lips,
your goose-flesh tongue.
The uvula needs perfume now:
you should put the atomizer aperture
inside your mouth and squeeze
and swallow, not choke.
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Tell me that it's time, tell me that
I'm tired, leave all protests unheard,
give me a flannel, the bear I know's mine,
show me my bed, tuck me in,

smell of soap, tell me how
princesses always sleep soundly
and just vanish, don't go too
far, cover me up, tuck me in,

leave me alone, don't throw sand in
my eyes, don't put on any
song, don't reconcile me to the night,
do what I do, tuck me in.
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- I hear that you have stabilized.
It's me, no, that's not something
you'd eat or utter,
too crude, I understand that,
something
against the young, is that what
you want, against the young?
- I am disgusted by the mini-supermarket,
by the smell of the devil in the cornflakes,
by the everywhere inembroidered . . .
- Don't say such things.
They can turn out to be last words.
Leave the big box with dots in it closed too.
Alright.
You can roll your eyes
to the cable spaghetti tail. Do you
perhaps do you want trailing lane trailing lane, yes, spit it out.
Just you wait until I or until we - is that gasping normal?
You seem to beam
approval with every word,
graspless, knee-deep.
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First some fresh air.

All those names. Do not forget
to put the scissors in the vote of thanks.

All those names make me
tipsy, I'm alive and well-off: here sunlight
slips through the Venetian blinds over the chicken curry salad!
Those present swap quotes and couture colours. I revolve in
in the hullabaloo, roll myself in the felicitations
and am royally glazed in the quatre-mains of the day.

Surrounded by all-rounders and hand-clapping specialists
I am no longer alone.
Considerations are for later. Contaminations as well.
In the assuagement of the real needs I learn to be flexible.

I shall certainly get to know somebody.
In association after association.
I am voracious and free
and I can cry.
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All the light-hearted may proceed to the Dandelion salon.
Much the same applies to anyone who is strong and spontaneous.
Sociable or tough people can also go with Geoffrey.

The rest can stay here to stir
the primer before then applying a thin layer of paint.
Someone there has a question, please use the wireless mike.

What about the self-assured people?
Can I just have your attention please. Also self-assured people
may follow Geoffrey or Sylvia to the Dandelion salon.
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Most people want to chatter
but I would rather just queue up.
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