ECHOES OF A LAKE W/ A GAULLIC IMBECILE
Henry Bohan
A lake is in the belly of the city
“oon lak est dans le ventre de la ville”
There is a lake with no eyes
“eel y a oon lak sans yeux”
, no streaming habits ,
& it is stabbed
in the cheek
as th’ sun’s magic array blisters
“alors que le deployér majeek du sol-eil cloque”
The sun the
sun ;
“boucher-e boucher-e
;
mon estomac vide, mon youyou oon cavité PURE”
my stomach empty
, my boat a pure cavity
.