Ailleurs - Benoît Pioulard

See an absorber resist the wringer

Not much for palaver & barely a singer

Throw a dart at the map, set sight to where it falls

With years in the rear view & ears in the walls

Slowly, lowly, my oh my only

Slowly but surely the sling is slackening

Reduced to a sketch with breath into frost

Or something to etch in a lingering pause

Defaulting to solo, collusion is risky

Though each is to follow a neat slug of whiskey

My fingertips dimpled from quills at your core

O sanguine seeping, six drops shy of a pour

Slowly, lowly, my oh my only

Slowly but surely the sling is slackening

Slowly, lowly, my oh my only

We’ll be there soon my dear

We’ll be there soon my dear, we’ll be…