Nonsense

There is a sweet flower rising on the sad floor
If I wasn't sour I'd say it's like a door
Like your eyes, or your lips, I don't know if you care
The metaphor is here, please let me touch your hair

It grozs in illusions coming from the cosmos
Swimming dolphins and snakes, stoned in the grammophone
Jazzy world, I would say, please take my hand and dance
Lovely as I may call your brilliant nonsense

And fall away with me in this absurdity
Of life and death and love, one would say "C'est la vie !"

11/11/2014