Van Gogh


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,

of course.

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