look at me and be color
later
your laugh eats sun for hares
for chameleons
squeeze my body between two thick lines
let famine be light
sleep do you see we are heavy blue
antelope on a glacier ear
in the stones
lovely frontiers—hear the stone
old fisherman cold tall on
new letter learn the girls
in iron wire and sugar return
long time the bottles are tall
like white parasols listen
roll roll red

in the colonies
memory odor of a clean pharmacy
old servant
joyful horse and cereals
horn cry
flute
baggage obscure menageries
bite saw do you want
horizontal to see

Tristan Tzara