Edouard Ligand

poem by Edouard Ligand

Smooth my hair With spit-on-finger line Tempt my brow to squeeze My orbits to catch a roll My arms might spread divine And joints never, never seize But ever disjoint Self And Control. Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

To coddle warm in linen invited Sweet scent sets words in order, delightful Frisson to hairs, follicles incited by Fingertips drag, sullen yet sensual But like dawn's unruly bed I'm untidy, unmade Not quite shamed by lust, yet ... Read more

story by Edouard Ligand

I took the Day-for-Night tablets and evening magic spread a carpet in the dismal, glittered shards gritting the weave so tight that a footfall might shear threads in extremis for my mouth's travel says "Kiss Me" poule de luxe leaning ... Read more

story by Edouard Ligand

I can’t write any more my sweet, the medication kicks in and it makes me ordinary as street drugs make for a crashing bore, hugging white porcelain as soul threatens to eject and fingertips grease on the glaze, accidental spitt... Read more

story by Edouard Ligand

Begins. The cigarette is lit, the face is drawn; pen hovers over the white, white sheet, trembling slightly, whilst seconds pass into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days and weeks and months and ... Do you remember that... Read more

lyrics by Edouard Ligand

The miles have my whispers. Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Words, toiling, make no sense of Cloudy saline drizzle, irrigating Ragged hang-nail, irritating Puckered valleys of flesh and Age-sagged meatus, from memory No longer engaging Soldat Emeritus Yet pumping to the dregs, crying "Vi... Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Not more than party footfall on ill-fixed board No more sound than a gnat's seppuku Strains necks to whiplash around In shame's equilibrium, contumely restored To kick the sentimental corpse black & blue Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

I love Words, not stanzas Like Dorothy loves Kansas. Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Sang froid is in the literal grave installed The dust you attempt to shake off is never there Unless the spittle dried on hated-face on hated-wall Can freshly mount the deceptive air Will you remember, my all-too-unbrief friend?... Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Messy Red It will drip and flow But never where I want it To go. Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Can a Pulse of Gossamer set this World aflame? And Soft motes of Powder power Storm's wrecking lane? Aren't Kisses of Plenty my Sweetness and Leaven? Alas, my Love chose to fly a Seven-Forty-Seven. Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Mine field, I tended. Minefield, it ended. Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Shall I tell you about Schrödinger's Cat? Not at all? I guess that is that. Or that. Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

For God says life should be destroyed, The bounteous kiss, be it forged in love, of any whore is void So limbs should be rent from holding flesh As demon teases with red iron and lash Whilst reason, pricked by conscience, slowly d... Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

Brief, caught I, the scent of my funeral pyre Built by those without sense of that cleansing fire That will have it's revenge on such spare limbs as I can recruit To make dying not an end but a desire. So, my words ebb away on mar... Read more

poem by Edouard Ligand

eye nicitiating heart blurred far too close shiny too shiny heart bumping nearly almost Read more