"Of Mungo Jerry's Lady Rose
I've had enough
I had my dose"
the pink punk boob with a pale nose
said for herself
from the steps where
she just sat frozen
she had thrown roses away,
by dozens
now wishes they were back
- her cousins
so they would let her in
a cold wind blows
as the girl she rose
her fist in the mist
like she was to spread a cause
all by herself
the balloon she holds
sitting there outdoors
claims a word : "My Rose"
for everyone to read it
front-door closed
the girl writes more prose
inner rhymes she grows
in a line that shows
a bit more of herself
for anyone to catch it
from behind her pose
the little house glows
colors melt like sauce
on its sticky walls
the girl she just ignores it
the day after
the lady rose higher
pour une Bulle Dorée, d'Anne
(sa "maison de la semaine")
norbert tiniak © 2008 - DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions TwalesK
