L'école de Joe [English translation]

At school Joe was drawn to me

As if magnetised to the hands of my clock.

At school Joe pelted me

With little remarks

Or rather, bombarded me with heartfelt insults.

My heart exploded in the direction of his nose,

Which was so long I couldn’t miss it.

The pleasure I would have had to call you all the names* that I invented

Just for you, Joe…

You remember that day

When you came a little

too close to me

And then you whispered to me

The final straw.

So it was me…

Whose heart I stuck into your face

And your right eye that was poked out by the hour hand.

I stuck my heart into your face

And your eye was poked out by the hour hand.

All for you Joe.

You should consider yourself lucky that I didn’t poke out both.

Now you’re stuck to me as if your eyes

were magnetised to the hands of my clock

Now you’re pestering with little pines

Like a well-bred poodle.