Me, myself and Mike [(30), (31), (32) and (33)]

(30)

I met myself online

It felt weird

Weirder than me

Not really

Weirder than Mike

I met myself

Again I thought

When I saw it was but

Me

I felt lonely.

(31)

You call me

Menteuse

Yet what about you

Menteuse

Does that make you laugh

Does that make you Dizzy

Liar you say

Ca t’amuse

If only it could make you leave.

(32)

I love to pick up small stones, while I walk the path. Most of all in the river. They shine through the water and catch my eyes. I’m unable to resist. Small pretty stones, I walk down the alley watching them keenly in my hands, sweet pleasure of possession. Yet they dry and get ugly. I get bored. I get sad. I get lonesome. I leave my life behind.

(33)

My favorite landscape

Is the one that spread through your mind

Sometimes it is blurry

Sometimes vain and blue

And laughing or cool

But never boring to me.

My favorite landscape

Spreads with no limit

Towards the sees and hills

Or through the kitchen and streets

Dying in reddened light

As I walk to the door I so like.

My favorite landscape

Loves trees in fall and

Makes me curious to read

Your mind still like lake water

I'll give up sunsets and crimson dawns

To lie down or walk through that favorite landscape.