I\'m a gothic existentialist .
An autistic yogi
spitting mantras on a nail string.
I\'m the black thursday evangelist ,
the bloody sunday exorcist .
I read in the scriptures
that the dreams of the emir
are set in sand and diamond dust .
Prophet and vagabond
in the streets of Vienna ,
waking up at the golden dawn ,
and friend with the night shelter pilgrims...
Well -bread girls read hello sadness ,
Fathers are unworthy
and mothers at the stove .
It\'s really a brave old word !
I\'m this demon who rings
from door to door ,
to peddle its junk ...
Useless seeds which drifts
on the dead waters delta ...
I am everywhere ,
without birth ausweiss .
A poet in the sky of Dresden ,
drew me a sheep in a ocean of fire !
People don\'t get carried away by passion !
The reckless Anne franck went out
without a preservative ...
But probably I confuse
with the little red hoodlum ...
I never really understood
the ritual of these
magnificent cuckolds
hanging themselve
before the christmas turkey return ...
Fishes turn round in a planetarium
waiting for the aquarius time ...
Pluto in disturbed descendant
gives me jester\'s sacred right !
defrocked dabler who sets fire
to the ghetto ,
Probably a lack of esperanto syndrom...
Bird of misfortune and misfit mystery
who come to empty
your polluted vacuity ...
But sometime ,when the clouds
of a large verdigris volcano ,
obscured the vertigo of stars ,
I have the grotesque feeling
of loving you ...