Benoît Pioulard - Layette

The Very Edge of Its Flame

As Would a Weaver

With No Advantage

Of Everything That Rhymes

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

And Relent

A Shade of Celadon

That Wounded Weathered

Under the Break Arch

So Etched in Memory

Initial B.P.

Is in Its Clearest Form

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Whose Palms Create

Part II (On The Run)

Chasing The Sky

Versace On The Floor

Every Time I Close My Eyes

Bounce

One Of The Girls

Come Back

Sabela

Locked out of Heaven

Stay With You

Savaş (The War)

Take Me Home

Why Won't You Love Me

Nothing

Hey Kop