Thoughts

Thoughts like wild birds

keep flapping their wings

in a thick wet air

breaking through silences

in your exhausted brain

and letting sanity flee away

in nightmarish fits of anger

you are too well-known a stranger

to be impressed now

by the sweeping waltz

of this symphony of noises

you have won 

all your rainy sunsets

and gained the tender mercy

of peace in your mind

what you lost in the process

is the insane tempo

of fluttering instants

in a chaotic night

and soberness

in an immense ocean 

of despicable temptations

Claude Lopez-Ginisty