314 poems by Cochonfucius in homage to Raymond Queneau
as seen in the undescribable exhibition

this poem is symbolic      everything is symbolic      only French is symbolic
shall I explain it to you      explanations don't suit you      I was just blinking at you
things are just like yesterday      where I live it's yesterday      we'll get along yesterday
working is not so bitter      is this poem so bitter      I feel blue I'm not bitter

this is going like clockwork
my thought running like clockwork
grain of sand in my clockwork
insensitive to panic      my destiny means panic      today is day of panic
so many breathes around      will tomorrow turn around      things should quietly go round
iron color of the walls      why does a dog ... 'cos he can      my kingdom for a horseshoe

pour some water in my glass
I lost my water level
sunshine on the water tank
paper yet another ream      empty boat as in a dream      soul searching is it research
night on earth is not a gift      reason is just a burden      yes my name is "rubberneck"

well my song does finish here
well my thoughts are wrong I guess
well my wine is not for guests
never mind it's not tragic      never mind it never rhymes      never mind it's not burning
let's just find a place to dance      let us forget and go on      in this world of snout beetles