The Frigidaire Is Alone

(originally in French)

So as not to live alone, we live with a dog
Surround ourselves with roses, or worship a cross

So as not to live alone, we choose make-believe
Loving a memory, a shadow, any old thing

So as not to live alone, we live for Spring
And when Spring is gone, we live for next Spring

So as not to live alone, I love you and I'll wait
It give me the illusion, that I'm not alone

So as not to live alone, some girls love girls
And some boys, marry other boys

So as not to live alone, some have children
Children who are alone, like all children

So as not to live alone, we build cathedrals
Where all the lonely souls, hang on to a star

So as not to live alone, I love you and I'll wait
It give me the illusion, that I'm not all alone.

Fog...

It's quite nice sometimes to dream of dissolving into the fog.

Where Is Tomorrow?

rape alarms, like warning signs in the dark.
bats, soaring through narrow strips of black light.
is this where my dream begins?

suddenly.
home calls to me.
"i'm scared for you, what if you fall?"
"i'm scared for you, he's going to break you....?"
voice of a kind friend.
words that has became true.
fresh. new.

i'm already breaking.
just broken pieces shattering into even smaller pieces.
piece.
by piece.


it doesn't matter, anyways.


but, abruptly.
but, immediate.
but,the sun.
the cafe.
the favourite spot.
of thick wooden frames and black fake leather seats and illusionistic mirrors.
our reflections are not the only illusions.
and i cant let them go.
my heart still ponders.
pausing to remember the swift gazes.
when he too, has left.


that's what we all want, anyways.


i'm the child.
i'm the toxic wasteland.
so dare to love me.
sing me to bed.
and i will, at last, stop hoping.