burlybirdman

the buff and muscular adjutant scrunches up in a rude finger pose atop a roof, oblivious to the open orifice through his hip...

rainbow rods spray out on another wall further down the block - delicate veined wings mocking this flightless big-beaked manhawk...

parfois l'oiseau arrive vite...*

"attendre s'il le faut pendant des années

la vitesse ou la lenteur de l'arrivée de l'oiseau

n'ayant aucun rapport

avec la réussite du tableau...

...alors vous arrachez tout doucement

une des plumes de l'oiseau

et vous écrivez votre nom dans un coin du tableau."*

[*selected lines excerpted from 'Pour faire le Portrait d'un oiseau' by Jacques PREVERT, Selections from 'PAROLES', 1965]

BONNE ANNEE A TOUS!  

[chirps the sweet little bird from the Jardin du Luxembourg]

 

l'aigle catalan

crowned l'aliga barcelona, this gegant dances to a solemn chant...
on a wintry sunday morning he appears in the plaça sant jaume...
with his noble wings unfurled, he glides through the flocks gathered
where the flightless aristocracy hides behind drab and tattered feathers...

les faucons-prisonniers

they peregrinate no more, these regal birds of prey...
encased in a glass cage, their feathered forms are unruffled...
their sharp eyes unseeing, yet their heads are held high...
while tiny hearts still beat in flight over some dusty skies...

chauve-souris-femme

darkly over the Ile-Saint-Louis flits a winged creature of the night...
by day she folds up her black cloak and retreats behind heavy doors...
the late tolling from the belfries of Notre Dame soon put her to flight...
swooping low along the river in search of love and other bites...

AERO

partial reveal...obvious reverse...interior mysterious...

specific nomenclature...remnant onomatopoeia...rearranged alphabetics...

AEROspheric EROtomania ROdomontade Or not...

ORFE

stain my walls with your pigmented disgorfement,
squirt and dribble your colourful orfeburst
all over my hard-edged sand-boxed  sprawl...
some will get it cleaned right off,
but some will always get orfe on it...

[HORFE bombs french and british capitals in loud and blinding erorfetions]

BAR

BAR none but for one or two...

no holds BARred but do hold on a while...

please do not disBAR but just go behind them...

that BAR is sinister but only for those bastards...

and the BARtender is really not so tender after all...

SL

the most Royal of Monograms carved into solid Wood

on a Colossal Door that has defeated all Weather...

the Fallen Best have glided by horizontally -

for the Saint of all Louis to clasp in Perpetuity,

as tightly as the S-hroud wrapped around the L-amented...

[sliding reverently past the doors of Saint Louis des Invalides]
 

BG

a spray of roses pierced the iron door,

inherent and finite;

the curly initials stained by the rain...

a life annulled, her soul congealed -

remnants of hair, teeth, bones

sealed in the cold stone closet...

while dust storms gather elsewhere... 

[mysterious nonentities at the Cimetière du Père Lachaise] 

l'oeil-de-boeuf-gras

il a le compas dans  l'oeil... mais cela n'est pas de sa compétence...

[turning away from the exquisite trappings of the Musée des Arts Décoratifs]

champchambre

 c'est là qu'il est dans son élément... il veut faire un chassé-croisé...

[the interior pursuit of a solitary nature at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature]

 

prophypousses

 la hauteur de ses conceptions... être logé aux quartre vents...

[spouting soft phallic-sprouts on the lawn of the Palais Royal]

noblessaqueuse

les gueules de lion rugissent le sang royal...il fait rubis sur l'ongle...

[dampened by the font of diluted aristocracy at the Place des Vosges]

multiplexapiary

babeelonienne ruche d'abeilles... paroles mielleuses s'envolent...

[the most coddled bees live in the Jardin du Luxembourg producing much coveted honey for the connoisseur few...]

vestibule-vaporeux

the ghosts of the risible staircase float in the drolling haze...

rising above the impudence and converting the scintillations

to daze and obfuscate...

[steaming in obscurum on the Rue du Bac, Paris 75007]

niveau-lueur-nébuleux

a flattened moon hovers over the dry industrial artland...

a maleficent eye unwinking, unthinking, purely jinxing luminance...

upon...

"angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night..." *

[*line from "HOWL" by Allen GINSBERG, 1926-1997] 

[unspinning lunadisc in the Palais de Tokyo, 13, avenue du Président Wilson, 75016 Paris]

entours-trône-estompé

a baconesque pop-pope perches on the punk-pink throne...

what fetish entozoon soon emerges to empyrean calculations,

to slither under the silky chasubles of phlegmatic apparitions...

[alone with Napoleon's tiny chemise de nuit in the Musée Galliera, 10, Avenue Pierre 1er de Serbie, 75016 Paris]

béate-boîte-brumeuse

Safe in its Glazed Chamber-

Untouched by Mourning-

And untouched by the Moon-

Lies the meek relic of the Insurrection-

Pillow of Satin - and Roof of Stone!*

the Shadow darkly unmoved,
hangs upon its golden Spot;

the Blessed Blood steeps 
in slowly relinquished layers...
curing to soft rapturous Rot!


[*a re-versing of the first stanza of "216", with apologies to Emily DICKINSON, 1830-1886]

[suspended in the Hôpital La Pitié-Salpêtrière, 75013 Paris]

frigos-flûtes-floues

dark dark flowed the freeze fluid...cold colder coldest no more...

art artful in frost free fridges...conducive conduit art-erial core...

[Les Frigos, 19, rue des Frigos, 75013 Paris]