My father like Leviathan

In different dreams,
my father visits me in the house I live in now;
wearing his dead-man’s shoes, he comes like Leviathan,
bigger than my memory of him, to meet me in imagined rooms.

when it is dark

In the sidelines standing

In the sidelines standing, I am the ragged-arsed man,
who watches the world go by.

Oh Ange

Oh Ange, tu m’attend
en arriére des pages fermées
de ta magazine.

civilization