Howlings in Favour of De Sade Page #2

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Gin, rum, brandy

down the hatch like

the Grand Armada.

So much for the funeral oration.

But all those people

were so commonplace.

We had a narrow escape.

The most beautiful is still to come.

Death would be a steak tartar;

wet hair on the scalding

beach of our silence.

But hes a Jew!

We were ready to blow

up all the bridges,

but the bridges let us down.

Twelve-and-a-half-year-old

Madeleine Reineri,

who under the stage name "Pirouette"

starred in the Alpes-Grenoble...

radio program, Happy Thursdays,

threw herself into the Isre River.

Mademoiselle Reineri

of the Europe Quarter,

you still have your wonderstruck

face and that body,

the best of promised lands.

Like neon lights, the dialogues

repeat their definitive truths.

I love you.

It must be terrible to die.

See you later.

You drink far too much.

What are childhood loves?

I dont understand you.

I knew it.

And there was a time when

I regretted it very much.

Would you like an orange?

The beautiful breakups

of volcanic islands.

In the past.

I have nothing more to say to you.

Once again, after all

the untimely answers

and the aging of youth,

night falls from on high.

Like lost children we live

our unfinished adventures.

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