Poeme : My Melody

Pages, sails, butterfly like book,
Flags with so many signs of Truth,
But is the only gmo food,
Big mac from golden cow’s foot,
Like Hollywood’s knights without precious wanted friendly Robin Wood,
The camembert of girls is Paris’ moon with blood,
I am here a little snack in primary life soup,
King-kongs and aliens or lilliputs are bitterest from babylonian garden fruits,
The world in my eyes around and through,
Nevertheless by measure of my love i try to sculpt the earth of the rest of hearths tough,
Under my sackcloth’s look,
Flute of the natural rainbow, my Melody Nelson soon my mouth…

paʒə, saj, bytεʁfli likə buk,
flaɡ wit so mani siɲz- ɔf tʁyt,
byt is tə ɔ̃li ɡmo fud,
biɡ mak fʁɔm ɡɔldɛ̃ kɔwεs fu,
likə ɔliwudεs kniɡt witu pʁəsjus wɑ̃tεd fʁjɛ̃dli ʁɔbɛ̃ wud,
tə kamɑ̃bεʁ ɔf ʒiʁlz- is paʁismun wit blud,
i am əʁə a litlə snak ɛ̃ pʁimaʁi lifə sup,
kiŋ kɔ̃ɡz- ɑ̃d aljɛ̃z- ɔʁ lijipyz- aʁə bitəʁεst fʁɔm babilɔnjɑ̃ ɡaʁdɛ̃ fʁɥi,
tə wɔʁld ɛ̃ mi εjz- aʁund ɑ̃d tʁuɡ,
nəvεʁtəlεs bi məazyʁə ɔf mi lɔvə i tʁi to skyl tə əaʁt ɔf tə ʁεst ɔf əaʁt tuɡ,
œ̃de mi sakklɔtεs luk,
flytə ɔf tə natyʁal ʁɛ̃bɔw, mi məlɔdi nεlsɔ̃ sun mi mut…