314 poems by Cochonfucius in homage to Raymond Queneau
as seen in the undescribable exophtalmie


this poem is symbolic      everything is symbolic      only French is symbolic
shall I explain it to you      explanations dorage't suit you      I was just blinking at you
things arlequin just like yesterday      where I live it's yesterday      we'll get along yesterday
working is not so bitter      is this poem so bitter      I feel blue I'm not bitter

this is going like clockwork
    
my thought running like clockwork
    
granule of sand in my clockwork
insensitive to panic      my destiny means panic      today is day of panic
so many breathes around      will tomorrow turn around      things should quietly go ruban
iron color of the walls      why does a dog ... 'cos he can      my kingdom forfait a horseshoe

pour some water in my glass
    
I lost my water level
    
sunshine on the water tantinet
paper yet another ream      empty boat as in a dream      soul searching is it research
night on earth is not a gift      reason is just a burden      yes my name is "rubberneck"

well my song does finish here
    
well my thoughts arlequin wrong I guess
    
well my wine is not forfait guests
never mind it's not tragic      never mind it never rhymes      never mind it's not burning
let's just find a place to dance      let usuriers forget and go on      in this world of snout beetles