The Poetry Marathon

The great Joker has come back

With all his tricks

The great conjuror

Of all misfortunes

He’s stuck on my back

And want me to go full on

To the end of my track

Where there is nothing left

And all abound

Here and there

Over the ground

So many mounts

So many heaps and bounds

I cannot tell how I am going to shovel

All this stuff on my shoulders

When there is nothing left

And nobody around

The joker has come back

And now is the time to deal

With his unbearable stack

Never easy to deal with this guy

Never pleasant to abide true to my guts

When he is fooling around all my flaws

To heal them and get me back on track

Despite all mess happening around

He has always been supportive

In the most and fastest way

It just happened to be the most ugly process

To get there, with as less possible stress

This great Joker has come back

With all his tricks

The great conjuror

Of all misfortunes

He’s stuck on my back

And want me to go full on

To the end of my track

Where there is nothing left

Your eyes don’t know where to turn

So many colours and shining all around

I am a flock of seagulls

Flying away from haven

And hoping for a better place

To fly and rest in all colours

A place where they look invisible

And no one will bother them

Surprised and shocked

My eyes are big

And they go wild

And wide open

To catch all good

And make it even better

Capturing all colours

And flavours

With all my eyes

And all my senses

Beyond all imagination

My sensors are in rejoying

For much longer

Than your mind can grasp

I am going on the path

To my happiness

Surprised and shocked

My eyes are big

Where do you live?

In the wood,

In one of these 3 wooden houses

Hanging up in the trees

So colourful you couldn’t miss them

They started from inspiration

From the squirrels of the forest

They look like a joke

From an old sci-fi movie

From a bad short story

Written by an old infamous drunk writer

Away in his wood shed

Near the river

Unknown until the best selling book

He’s writing now

In this Sunday afternoon

He is writing the word END

On his new novel

He doesn’t know yet

In a few months, he will be on TV

Famous like he would never expect

But keeping his best habit of writing

In his wood shed all day long

No matter the success or not

He keeps writing

Year on year out

He keeps writing

His heart off

Where do you live?

In the wood,

…

Your heart feels like a turbine

Turning under winds from all directions

Your heart is under storms

Stay well centred and all will be fine

Don’t try ever to go through any storm

On your own

Let them carry you to your new

Adventure

In the desert

With your turbine heart

Vibrating all elements

In winds from all directions

I am so fascinated by all details

I can’t see what is in front of me

All those glittering details

Flattering the eyes

When they are just about to cry

For the feeling of aloneness

At the dawn of Sunday

When nobody dances any longer

After such a long night

I am so fascinated by all these eyes

At least I think they are,

At least they look like eyes

Greens and reds

And antennas so nice and lovely

Who wouldn’t be captivated?

By so much grace and beauty

I can’t see what is in front of me

All these details are inside your big heart

Your heart so big it swallows me

And I am now fully crying

All colours mixed

All sizes together

Various shapes

And a big mouth

Shouting in all ears

The big mistake

You never come back from

All savours mixed

All lengths together

Various drawings

And a big shout

Calling all tears

The big misunderstanding

You never jump far from

All mirrors mingling

All languages mixing up

All kinds of patterns

A big summon

Cries all anguish

Super incomprehension

Leap-of-Faith-time has come

Tasteful you are

Tasteful I am

Is that enough?

For a love story

Your state system

And my system of taste

Are they compatible?

When you turn your back to me

Tasteful I am

Tasteful you are

Is that enough?

For a love story

Your red hair

Your yellow dress

Your joy from the heart

Dancing all night long

Your delight to be

One of them

When you could have fled

That night you inspire

So many to just dance and have fun

You deserve a prize

To reignite the whole city

Yellow dress

You made my night

I’ll never forget that night

And your smile

When you dance

Your heart off

All night long

Red hair

Yellow dress

Joy from the heart

Dancing all night long

Delight to be

One of them

When you could have fled

He was born like that

With a third eye

In the middle of the forehead

Not an invisible one

No, one that everybody could see

And it was really a hassle,

A terrible nightmare

Until One Day he just accepted

To be the great medicine man

He has always been