Benoît Pioulard - Of Everything That Rhymes

So Etched in Memory

Is in Its Clearest Form

Whose Palms Create

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Anchor as the Muse

As Would a Weaver

The Very Edge of Its Flame

With No Advantage

That Wounded Weathered

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Initial B.P.

A Shade of Celadon

And Relent

Under the Break Arch

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Шоссе

Yoko

Захотел

Танец. Ключ к экстазу

Юра, мы всё проебали

Kya Bolti Tu

Why Won't You Love Me

Sabela

Cornfield

Young Heroes

Trap Or Die

Wotcha Gonna Do

When We Were Young

Savaş (The War)

Crocodiles