97 years after you death
There’s a woman who
wants to sleep with you.
She is perhaps more insane than you were.
and is also a painter,
When she goes to the church in Auvers
In the village where you died
She dreams of crawling into bed with you
And screwing you all night.
Why do these women always arrive too late?
Perhaps when she’s nearly a century dead
Some young boy will also come
to pay her homage,
Haunting her lovely atelier with
Similar filthy dreams and
Sit on her face
Only once she’s six feet under.
Robert COUTEAU, for Ody Saban, 1986