Literature
Outrunning
(French version below)
Lost on my screen looking for
a waste of time or fictional affection
slumped on dry slabs
my body actually already got used to
local winter
cockroaches, unlike them, aren't picky,
they were here before me,
they made me think but
i still dirty my Weitzmans
my car keys in my pocket
get muddled up with candy canes,
and on the red soil are scattered
pieces of transistor
technicolor vibes,
retro wave music playing, fluorescent violet and blue,
the car asphalts on the palm tree road
and we are riding down to the incandescent town
Outrunning
Perdue sur mon écran à la recherche
de perte de temps ou d'attention