bad things

my gold ammunition, — music
dealers, — all music platforms

any intrusive thought is killed
as the generic of genre claim

grim loneliness and sufferance
bleed happiness for fear of me

nightmares pretend in an instant
of being just a marvelous dream

am love, i murder all bad things
[————][in you…]

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

Jace Everett


your dream follow smoothly my perfume
and like a Nahema rose it climbs
on the shoulder of the andromeda galaxy

everywhere is sensed a mystic fragrance
united with the spectrum of a beastly wedding
amongst seraphic blue and tamed green…

is something hotly-balsamic, angelic, honey-like,
is something loved and innocently envied,
something that springs to stay in a sanctuary, —

is the finest myth in all mythological mythology,
is the ambergris, cassis, musk, and immortelle,
is the bohemian silhouette of yours into mine

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

Chris Whitley

too much alike

he asked her, —
why would I wanna be today a violin…?
and she replied, —
perhaps you’d like to be caressed by someone in a similar manner…
he smiled saying, —
if it’s so, then that someone, baby, it’s too much alike… you

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

Robert Plant • Patty Griffin

[artwork, — Melody of the Wind by Raen]

let’s straighten it out

Red Lips by Bron Payne
have I told you today
you are the dream
arrayed to breathe
in the pupil of my heart
by my blood panoplied
to love you
with the whispers
of my constellations?
…don’t condemn me
let’s straighten it out
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Marion James