Benoît Pioulard - Slow Spark, Soft Spoke

Initial B.P.

Whose Palms Create

And Relent

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

As Would a Weaver

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

With No Advantage

The Very Edge of Its Flame

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Under the Break Arch

So Etched in Memory

A Shade of Celadon

Is in Its Clearest Form

That Wounded Weathered

Седая ночь

Можно я с тобой

Птичка

Dance Monkey

Никто

Алёшка

Marmalade

КАК MOMMY

Девочка бандитка

Komarovo

Кукла колдуна

Пошла жара

Rampampam

Лесник

Пьяный туман