Dan Bigras
Miscellaneous
When The Tramps
When the tramps fall asleep
Stuck together
Haggard eyes, hugging each other
Like apostles
For a moment
Full of sweetness
The continents
Touch their hearts
When the tramps are
Rolled up in their vests
When the tramps are circling
On the grid like chickens
For a moment
Full of heat
The continents
Piercing their hearts
How leprous are
The secret parts of the angels
Mangy disorder of the spirit
Where the wounds merge
On the living dagger of the night
Who comes to trace
The vicious circle of dreams
Who comes to rock
Images which melt
Without fading
Round childhood
Embracing dreams ©s
When the tramps
Angels and demons go astray
When the tramps fall asleep
Stuck together
Wild eyes
Holding together
Like apostles
For a moment
Full of sweetness
The continents
Touch their hearts
When the tramps fall asleep
Stuck together
The cowardly gods shed
Tears like yours
For a moment
Loads of candor
The continents
Wet their hearts
As are lepers
The secret parts of the angels
In the ocean of madness
Ultimate beauty of distress
That the poor devil carries within him
To better fathom
His infinite sadness
And sing it
The love that plunges
The heart that swells
Like a sponge
When the tramps
Angels and demons go astray
When the tramps fall asleep
Stuck together
In the pale air
It seems like death
Wallowing
For a moment
Full of amazement
The continents
Touch their hearts
When the tramps
Are rich people...