Noon
Midnight
Shit gets said in every corner of the universe
Sparks
Chrome yellow
We're in touch
The ocean liners approach from every coast
Back off
Every watch is synchronized
And the clocks strike
Paris-Midi announces that a German professor was eaten by cannibals in the Congo
Good job
This evening L'Intransigeant published some verses for postcards
It's stupid when all the astrologers burglarize stars
We don't see them again
I interrogate the sky
The Weather Bureau predicts bad weather
There is no futurism
There is no simultaneity
Bodin has burned all the witches
There's nothing
There are no more horoscopes and we have to work
I'm uptight
The Spirit
I'm going to take a trip
And I'm sending this stripped poem to my friend R ...