Absolutely I don’t take it as an attack, I see it as an honour that my poem inspired another work…
John Horan
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Indeed

Jacques Coulardeau at Amazon (2)

Right at the Bottom of the Urn [Kindle Edition]

Jacques COULARDEAU (Author),

Annunzio COULARDEAU (Illustrator)

The score is full of notes, filled with notes, notes and bars that have no shape at first, except going up and down, at times clustered in bunches here and there. The composer looks at his score, perfectly and neatly printed in world-class toner on the paper. And he has the sudden envy — and he has that sudden envy every single time he comes to the end of a composition — to be able to take it and shake it and rearrange it all haphazardly, maybe one day even empty it into the kitchen drain or flush all those notes down the toilet in the bathroom. Good riddance.

To Ivan Eve,

at a time when the sky was all smiles

From his Lord Wotton

at a time when he fell for Dorian Gray

the toy of the Lord Shiva of all Perdition

preparing for the shiva’h of his youth

lost in the seven veils of his maturity

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PARIS MY DISAMOUR

FARE THEE WELL SOUVENIR

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

Mathieu came first

The son of a Commie

Vain in his suburb

Sure in his future

Provocative proud

Love for him was

Whisky Vodka Cognac

Wine Beer laced with Hashish

And girls on top

When he was drunk

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

Then came Tiphaine

Delicate dainty

Mummy a doctor

Daddy an engineer

She liked kissing

Long long endlessly long

She loved nudity

She enjoyed perversity

I was her desert bowl

For ice cream and yogurt

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

I moved to Sofiane

An Arab a Moslem

No alcohol no sex

Just love in the eyes

Love in the words of the mouth

Love in the fear

The desire the awe

Of loving and being loved

Don’t touch don’t hug

Uncorporeal love

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

I wanted something

Carnal and bloody

Muriel was the trip

She loves with her teeth

With her nails she streaks

My back with scratches

Deep, red, oozing

Blood exquisite pain

Orgasm tons of cum

Gooey pussy juice

All over my prick

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

It took me at least

Two weeks to survive

I looked for Ivan

The terrible shy skater

His eyes disrobe you

His voice skins your mind

But no sex please

We are Slavonic

The lull of a lullaby

The charm of hypnosis

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

I needed exoticism

So I went to Faïda

Black, plump, thrilling

Direct to the point

And the point is my prick

Direct to the point

And the point is to cum

There is no secrecy

It is right away out public

I enjoy being a toy

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

But Sometimes I like

Privacy and shadow

I had an affair with

The ghostlike Evelyne

For the world she is a virgin

For everyone she is a prude

For everybody she is modest

But for me she is flesh

She likes flesh and sweat

She can cum hours on end

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

Then I was exhausted

I could not bone any more

For days I needed a rest

I needed a friend

One that does not jump

And rapes others instantly

One I could love

With my heart my soul

One that could love with his heart

And that one was Arthur

Paris t’es fini

Et dir’ que t’étais

Mon dernier amour

Paris forever

Buried gone

Forever smashed

All Illustrations Annunzio Coulardeau

Jacques COULARDEAU

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