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From red to green all yellow's erased
When parrots sing in virgin forests
Giblets of pi-hi
There's a poem on those one-winged birds
We'll send it you by fax
Monstrous trauma
That makes your eyes water
There's a right babe among those Turinese bints
That'll make you lift the blinds
Now look the window's opening
Hands weaving light like spiders
Anaemic beauty unfathomable violets
No use trying for shut-eye
How everyone stares out at midnight
When you've the time you've the freedom
Winkles Cod countless Suns and the Sea-urchin of dusk
An old pair of shoes by the window
High rises
High rises are streets
Wells
Wells are courtyards
Wells
Hollow trees shelter homeless mulattos
Chabin lads sing murder ballads
to the dusky Chabin girls
As the goose-honk trumpets northward
To where racoon hunters
Scrape pelts
Gleaming diamond
Vancouver
Where the glowing night train flees the winter snow
Paris
From red to green all yellows erased
Paris Vancouver Hyéres Maintenon New York Antilles
The window opens like an orange
Glorious fruit of light
From Brando's Hat No 2 (Summer 1998). Translated by Steven Waling