I put away
A poem by Charles Baudelaire
Next to the scarf
of my suicidal friend
The rays of the morning sun in winter
Along with the plane tickets
and the sunscreen
I put away
Thyme and sage and rosemary
Along with the list
shopping for tomorrow
And the phone numbers
of my friends
Along with good wine and hugs
I’m tidying up
Passionate politicians
next to tormented artists
My guitar
next to a photo of my mother
I put away
The hot cherries
Alongside the many empty bottles of the New Year celebrations
Pride alongside devotion
And deep laziness
alongside the 'deep effort
I put them away neatly
In the same drawer as
The shouting matches of this moment
Who own the present
But who doesn't feels nothing anymore
after a year
I put it away
Fatuity alongside doubt
Immobility alongside the honeymoon
Vinegar next to honey
And the problems behind your back
I put
The love story
next to the war story
Little soldiers
Next to earthworms
My unshaven face
Next to the desire to please
And I put them away neatly
In the same drawer as
The fatigue of this moment
Which slows me down in the present
But which I will forget after the holidays
I tidy up
br/>Loss with the winner
Sincerity with blind desire
TV shows
with the songs of in the past
The bad communication
with the bet
I put away
The suit with the bikini
The big jump with the mousetrap
br/>The promise next to the alibi
And the tap next to a river
I put away
Modesty next to sweat
The beauty next to the filth
The heat next to the fire extinguisher
My nightmares next to the macho
I put away
Drinking water
near ¨s of the disposable camera
The alcoholic with the capable
The good idea with the lousy
And the shells in the sand
I put away neatly
In the same drawer as
The hatred of this moment
Which is starting to suffocate me
But which I try to forget
I put away neatly
In the same drawer as
The confusion of this moment
Which marks me absent in the present
But that never lasts very long