Mathieu Hotte Poems
|4.||Live With Agreements||1/14/2005|
|6.||We, The Endower||1/15/2005|
|9.||A Strolling Man's Journal||1/14/2005|
|10.||Words Of Time||1/14/2005|
Comments about Mathieu Hotte
Menacing thoughts invade this good
I thought I was cured.
Guess I missed the double blink,
of deceptions, 'sure'
Pessimist gesture from television,
I thought I changed the channel.
Guess its karma paying a visit,
infecting my precious cable.
Concrete legs and gravel hands,
is this my true reflection?
Sanities chisel above my head,
brick layer bows laughing.
His mixture hidden, outside relief,
a close friend supplies him.
A friend that tends to all his needs,
brick layers defensive.
This house almost completed,
my will ...