Picabia Poems
I’m putting some Picabia poems and machine drawing/poems up here, simply because they aren’t anywhere else but between the covers of an expensive hardback book
Gstaad
The sea pitches endlessly
The role mirrors her pupils
From memory
So mirthful
Swaying of gravity
Expresses a resonance
Of constant desires
I have excuses
And lack strength and courage
influence is a useless thing
She is the most beautiful of the women
On my mind
My Pencil Buckles
My pencil buckles with sadness
big eyes heavy with melancholy
look at sinister names
I think of my murder
between conqueror and conquered
the choice is too easy
strange mixture of suffering
Around me everything sways
with the most grotesque ineptitude
of feet and fists bound painfully
on my bed to the colors of opals
I’ve forgotten nothing of your hands
revolver holster of high society’s
stand to attention at full tide
What are you doing what do you hear
for several weeks
I have known the bracelet
of happiness
(Published as Mon crayon se voile, 1957)
Peace
I loved you with a labored smile
The world although surprised
Has hated the distance for five years
To pass over them for at least a moment
Nothing stops them
Why listen to me
I want I want on its face
While squeezing thes five years
I even want to ask
A wretch to listen to me
At the monastery in a sick smile
Facing the cushions where I had my heart
I will never forget my mental hospital
With this intention a royal leg
Of champagne puns
In a dreamy voice
Has regarded the comedy with distrust
I silently mad
With my new wet-fly life
I remember solid gold
Of the jealousy tribunal
