She is listening to him, but her mind is miles away
When I say miles, I mean millions of miles
Far away on another planet
She misses home
His words are as precise as dental tools
Each sentence drilling into her
When I say sentence, I mean death sentence
Because now she wants to kill him
Not out of hate, but out of hunger
His eyes are getting big
The moonweed is kicking in
'Meet my cat', she says
'Chairman Miaow'
He tries to smile, but body is paralyzed
Frozen in time
He can't move, but he is conscious
When I say conscious, I mean
He is conscious of the pain of the cat clawing at his clothes..........

Moonweed

Two Thousand Seventeen

Garcia Vega

From film noir, silver screen
A tilted hat in an evening scene
Cynical view, refined dame
Seductress with a stylish frame

Floating in his new pool
Face down in the water
Double breasted pinstripe suit
That he wore to escort her
Standing on the side
Checking her hair in the reflection
Still holding the pistol
She carried for protection

Her memory is muddled
Of the details of the event
It all happened very quick
And turned to discontent

Why didn't he love me, she says
She talks out loud
Why, didn't he love me?
Why didn't he love me?
Please love me

Femme Fatale

Titre réalisé pour et sur un poème de Jean-Claude Lemonnier.
( version musicale )

Album de Anne-Marie Royer

" En Fanfare "

Musiques expérimentales, dadaïstes 
by Kitchen ToTo.

" En Fanfare "

Kitchen ToTo

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