Dear Karl

Sorry for the delay, my colleague,

The words of yours intrigue, intrigue

The start of a passionate conjunction,

of minds blessed with a poet’s definition,

of a world seldom, seldom seen.

A luscious swirl of rainbow colours,

Canceling day to day douleurs,

Of each and every one of us,

Taking us higher, where the air’s a plus,

Can you see it, can you see it Karl?

Taking people out of themselves & modern hell,

Directing them civilisation’s new heart,

Getting back in order to start,

A new style, a new fashion,

In feeling and ideas, a new passion,

For respect and communication,

Love, justice and brill sensations.

Karl, I know I’m too profix,

So how would you fix?

This cardinal sin, cardinal sin?

In Song hand’s dipped in,

My poems contain no gaps,

My mind’s turned on by taps,

Of genuine persuasion and lack,

Of pretension, to the tunes of Honoré de Balzac.

Rimbaud, Cézanne and Rodin,

You cannot argue with them lot,

Now, that would really be a sin.

Words and music by Michel G. A. Boyer

June 29th, 2006