Author: Léo Beaulieu
Something after all
Before the next species vanishes
Before are bred more nouveaux riches
Before the tombstones of the malnourished
Something’s gotta give
After all that mattered died
After them, you and I
After all is left is why
Something’s gotta give
Undine
Crushed it
That bad bad bed
which collapsed
under your big big love
Was a good good bed
Papi
Hear me
In the face of adversity
hear me sing
like the last barn standing
Framed shelved displayed
Down the river
A river lived for a trout
A lover wrote a song
Anger took down a plane
Manhattan Job
Scrap
Call of migrating geese
Alert in the sky
High tech scrap in orbit