the lion-tamer remembers

look at me and be color

later on

your laughter eats sunlight for hares for chameleons

squeeze my body between two wide lines let famine

be light go to sleep see we are heavy blue an

antelope on glacier ear in the rocks fair

frontiers—hear the rock

old fisherman cold tall on letter news inform the girls

in wire and sugar turn lengthily the flagons are

big as white parasols hear roll roll rose

in the colonies

memory clean pharmacy smell old servingmaid

sprightly steed and cereals

horn halloo

flute

baggage menageries obscure

bite saw would you

horizontal see

Tristan Tzara