At the foot of a burned world\'s grave
I picked up the crumpled past
of a 10 golden cheddar...
Dry spring mamal mothers
offering their salvation
to vaticinating cardinals...
O great mamon !
The statue stripping off
its stone dress
O Babylon !
my abyss for a kiss !
Manhattan lone crackers...
I contemplated the rotten fish wave ,
bringing petrified geants to life !
\'\' Welcome home captain smith ! \'\'
Scribbler, on the wall of vanity,
draining sentences of your worlds....
Volatile volcanoes,vagrancy, vacuousness,
poor jester going back to nothingness ...
Stoles,stars,yarmulkes ,jehovas ,fuss and timbuktu,
dancing in the sewers of history...
Faiths ,laws and lights ,scavanged remains,
once the meal finished on the vomit
of a put-pudding philosophy ...
Exhausted the round of pleasures ,
on a 10 golden cheddar I flush !