LOULOU by Foutoux

LOULOU

Loulou paws at my
Middleaged spread.
Her unconscious gives her
To believe I am
her late mother.

I don't like to tell her that
It is very uncomfortable
And that I'm not
her late mother.

She has a rhythm, one paw down, one paw up
one paw down.

Of course this happiness
I thought didn't belong to me
but I find that her
rhythmic prayer is a
little like brail , she's tapping
out our raison d'etre. FOUTOU X  Copyright 2016

RAIN 31st August 2015 draft Foutoux

RAIN 31st August 2015


IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO RAIN TODAY
YESTERDAY TOO HOT
AND NOW THE SKY AS WHITE AS PAPER
LITLLE MORE THAN MIST
RELIEF FROM TOO SHARP SHADOWS
POINTING THE WAY TO WINTER.

AT THE GARDEN THE RAIN HAS
WASHED AWAY THE TOURISTS
THE COCK DRENCHED DRAGGLES
ONE FEATHER IN A PUDDLE.
HIS COCK A DOODLE DOO
RINGS HOLLOW.

COPYRIGHT  FOUTOUX 2015

THE MARKET 22 August 2015 Foutoux copyright 2015. draft

THE MARKET.


THIS GREAT SHADOW HAS NO PRICE
NO MERCHANT, IS NOT FOR SALE.
UNDER THE CHURCH CHEAP TROUSERS
HANDBAGS, SHOES
5 EUROS.

THE CAFE TERRACE IN SUNSHINE
TOURISTS CROWD INTO THIS
SPACE OUTSIDE THE SHADOW
 THROWN FOR A
THOUSAND YEARS  AND GIVING
 REFUGE FROM A BITING SUN.

A WOMAN I KNOW REFUSES TO MEET MY EYE
A SHARP WORD FROM THE WAITRESS
"YOU WANT HOT WATER?"
SHE KNOWS MY CHEAP RUSE
TO MAKE THE COFFEE LAST.

BACK TO THE DARK HOUSE
FRESH FROM THICK AIR.
MY REFUGE.

FOUTOUX.

VEULES LES ROSES 20 August 2015 by Foutoux Draft

VEULES LES ROSES  21 August 2015.



We passed the watercress fields
seeing that Autumn had stiched
leaf by leaf its own landscape.
Dusted trees burnt but this
texture of death was a
Sweet tartan from here.

I asked the oak"when and at what time
did the first leaf change" and
received no repy.

Overnight the landscape,
pursued by Shadows turns, Winter's demons
on a leash.

Tentative we breath in knowing
the sullen dark days of November wait
for us and we rush
unwillingly towards this year's death.

Content, just for now, with this
Hot sun which persuades us
That the light will stay with us
Forever.      copyright foutoux 2015

NO MAGPIES by Foutoux 19 August 2015

NO MAGPIES

I SAW NO MAGPIES TODAY
NO MONKEYS IN THE MONKEY TREE
NO RAIN TOO.  RATHER
LATE SUMMER CLOUD.

I SAW A PRIEST, LISTED TO THE
HOMILY, PRAISED GOD
AND MY CRIMSON ROSES.

MY THOUGHTS, FAR FROM SACRED
SLOWLY SKIPPED TO SIN
AND BACK TO GRACE.

fOUTOUX   draft l9 August 2015

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THE VISIT by Foutoux. 19 August 2015 draft

THE VISIT

WAS MARY RIDING A DONKEY,

WAS THE SUN SHINING OR
DID THE STARS AND MOON
LIGHT THE ROAD TO
ELISABETH?
WHO RODE WITH HER
OR WALKED BY HER SIDE

unfinished fragment  Foutoux   copyright 2015

CAT WOMAN by Foutoux 17 August 2015 draft

CATWOMAN


A HEART LIKE LEAD
CAT WOMAN HEADS FOR
OFFRANVILLE.  NOTICES THE
SHADOWS CALLING WINTER,
THE HYDRANGEAS FADED,
THE WEARY SILVER BIRTH
RED FINGERED MAPLE TREES.
SHADOWS N A LOW HEDGE.


PAPA CUTS BREAD FOR
30 GERMANS TARTINED BY MEMORIES OF THE
SUMMER 1940, SEASONED WITH
HIS OLD HUNGER.

AN OLIVE BRANCH ON THE LONG TABLE
ANTICIPATION, TIME AND EASE
DO NOT BELONG TO
NORTHERN TRIBES.

THE RADIO CALLS THIS
"MID SUMMER" AS TOURISTS
ENJOY WHAT IS NOT THEIRS,

THE CAT WOMAN DRIVES HOME
A HEART LIKE LEAD.