The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost
red is a liar
EL SEBBO
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7 June 2008 • 9:45 am 0
Umbrella
If writing poetry
is like pissing against the wind
remember that the wind
often changes direction
EL SEBBO
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5 June 2008 • 6:31 am 1
The poet’s consolation
3 June 2008 • 9:07 am 1
Red
if my words were colored
like heads and then hands
then sometimes they could be
red machine or red lips
but mostly red silence
EL SEBBO
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29 May 2008 • 8:26 am 2
Sphinx
What we could say
is hidden
behind our words
EL SEBBO
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13 May 2008 • 12:38 pm 0
Perfection
sun goes down moon comes up
I hold one in each hand
EL SEBBO
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9 May 2008 • 12:30 pm 0
Double lines
the apple-tree is blossoming
the songs of the birds again have meaning
EL SEBBO
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7 May 2008 • 2:38 pm 0
Periphery
I am writing a poem in my garden
the sun at the periphery of my thoughts
EL SEBBO
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1 May 2008 • 9:55 am 0
Fall
When things fall
objects happen
EL SEBBO
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29 April 2008 • 12:24 pm 0
The limit of poetry
rain
depression
poetry
more rain
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25 April 2008 • 12:04 pm 1
North
No
matter
where
you
are
Poetry
is
always
at
the
center
of
the
horizon
EL SEBBO
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24 March 2008 • 11:12 am 0
Blue and white
White roofs
blue sky
the children play
in the bedroom
my fingers
silently
write this poem:
“it is cold outside
it is colder
inside my mouth”
EL SEBBO
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20 March 2008 • 6:11 pm 0
Walking through the valley of the rich (Paris – Auteuil/Passy)
Never saw
so much dog shit
in my life
EL SEBBO
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14 March 2008 • 10:13 am 1
Down to the basics
rain rain rain
then
sun sun sun
then
poem poem poem
EL SEBBO
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8 March 2008 • 3:54 pm 0
Mirror, mirror
Eros is sore
EL SEBBO
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5 March 2008 • 6:51 am 3
Delicate
Delicate
isn’t my name
and yet I am moved
by the imbecile
gently led by his father
down the street
while screaming songs
at the top of his head
I am moved
by a white cloud
standing still
over the city
like a gentle threat
I am moved
by your breath
gently lifting the sheets
deep in the night
when I can’t sleep
Yes delicate things
move me deeply
and confirm
the rage hidden
at the core of my words
The rage of impotence,
hope and rebellion
- but not despair
Despair, you see,
is too delicate
for me
EL SEBBO
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1 March 2008 • 9:59 am 0
There’s no place like home
but we sure wish there was
EL SEBBO
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26 February 2008 • 11:18 am 0
Bad ear (or I should get a medal for doing this)
My ear is shot
Haven’t slept in two days
and here I am writing
this miserable poem
Is it friendship pushing me
or just poetry’s bad junk
shaking me up and down
and never letting me be?
EL SEBBO
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23 February 2008 • 7:11 am 1
Anniversarery pome (To my partner in crime, DJ Eldon)
no candles
but fireworks
no explosions
but roman candles
we have written pomes
for one good year now
we are very tired
but our mouths are still
full of spit, tongue, stones
and words
no firecrackers
but live ammo
no funeral pyres
but a feather
of the Phoenix
EL SEBBO
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21 February 2008 • 6:33 am 2
If not
poems
are
free
like a bank robbery
a good fist fight
or a major break up
I said
poems
are
free
I didn’t say
they were nice
EL SEBBO
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19 February 2008 • 11:56 am 1
Another mystery
The white veil of morning
creeps around the house
The birds are black notes
and their song hang frozen
in mid-air
We drink coffee in the kitchen
and I want to tell you something
but your words erase mine
and I forget what I wanted to say
and there is no way you can help me
and we laugh it off and another mouth
replaces my mouth with different words
forming behind the seemingly same teeth
although they are actually a few seconds
older
EL SEBBO
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13 February 2008 • 10:04 am 2
Em-ba-ra-ssing (To DJ Nic)
Went to a party last Saturday
and all evening I wondered
if my fly was open because
the zipper was broken or because
I was too stoned to zip it up
Time to quit?
Hell no
EL SEBBO
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12 February 2008 • 8:11 am 0
Capitalism
Bank
is a
four
letter
word
(D. James)
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11 February 2008 • 12:57 pm 1
Imperialism
Free
is a
four
letter
word
EL SEBBO
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7 February 2008 • 12:01 pm 2
Burn all flags
The blue of the sky
crashes through my open window
and a few birds sing
to welcome the first rays
of the sun
Everything is still
except for the millions
of radio waves
spinning around us
like in invisible killer bees
and I say
to the wall
my chair my desk
the open window
the blue sky
the birds and their songs
“Burn all flags”
as flags frame you
in what you are not
and never will be
- a model citizen
a model father
a model nation
a model nature
a model bird
a model sky
a model model
Yes
burn all flags
especially
the white one
EL SEBBO
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5 February 2008 • 7:51 am 2
A view with a room
If I move
two inches
to the left
does reality
remain the same?
EL SEBBO
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29 January 2008 • 7:36 am 1
Hurry on up
It’s a foggy day
can’t see more than my hands
maybe it’s a good thing
maybe it ain’t
but at least in this freezing weather
I’ve only one way to go
yippie-yay-oh
EL SEBBO
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24 January 2008 • 6:51 am 1
Stuck (or why we are poets)
Reality is not what
you make of it
Reality is what
you don’t want it to be
EL SEBBO
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19 January 2008 • 8:54 am 1
Sunrose
The sun rose today
but I missed it
my eyes still blinded
by night and punctuated by stars
The sun rose today
and I didn’t
preferring to ignore
the glorious colors
to the monochrome black
The sun rose today
and I didn’t care
as I embraced
a lovely shadow
slightly smelling
of cinnamon
EL SEBBO
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17 January 2008 • 3:10 pm 1
A clap of thunder
A clap of thunder
in a clear blue sky
or the strange reflection
of something not quite there
are our daily mysteries
so sit down
have a coffee
read the paper
and finally
accept yourself
as the ultimate mystery
goddammit
EL SEBBO
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