Benoît Pioulard - The Very Edge of Its Flame

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Anchor as the Muse

And Relent

As Would a Weaver

That Wounded Weathered

With No Advantage

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

A Shade of Celadon

So Etched in Memory

Initial B.P.

Is in Its Clearest Form

Under the Break Arch

Whose Palms Create

Of Everything That Rhymes

Пошла жара

По барам

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Можно я с тобой

Никто

Где прошла ты

Девочка, танцуй

Алёшка

Dance Monkey

Девочка бандитка

Black Samurai

Лесник

Мёртвый Анархист

Хищница

Дурак и молния