you know by
now
that i am
anti particle
(i am not saying there are no hot chicks,
hot cars, hot beaches,
hot, hot, hot climate...,)
anti struggle,
or, 'tout court'
an entity that does not like
civilization.
something fresh?
yops! against nops, blobs,
blops, napkins and nipples!
and all the old odds.
something about what is fresh,
and what is freshness?
too universal, yet we all forget about it.
some cave art
are suspiciously incoherent, other
prehistoric artifacts
are really prehistoric.
of course,
the french wants to be the
'avant garde'
for ever, for all cost,
but, it did not work out for them.
just ask
'tout court'
the
'gilets jaunes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem