End-of -the-world morning
I\'m alone at the Apcalypto bar.
the waitress looks at me
with her jellyfish eyes .
The dead sea rolls in furious waves
calling sinners to walk on waters .
This morning the sky draws hyena skin.
Obscene streets piss their night of infamy.
At the Apocalypto bar ,
I am waiting for the black army to arrive
at the umpapah pace of a rat charmer !
I read in tuesday paper
that Jupiter was a liar !
And Saturn a serial killer !
At the apocalypto bar
cursed and succubi are welcome !
And also dream breakers
who lynch the dabblers !
\'\' Please let the toilet door open
I adore rose pearls ! \'\'
At the Apocalypto bar
pompei is shattered
the towers crumble
and deads won\'t rise again...
I\'m not a poet !
Only echo of the voiceless
to be thrown under the metro
or hang in the web
without even a polite goodbye...
I\'m not a pen-pusher !
Simply the prophet ,
vacuum friend and madness lover !
Letting flies socialize
on haram carcasses
I\'m off to set back
the passers-by clock \'
that beckon when life goes by...
It was a may day
aboard Apocalypto .
Mi amor !
Espresso macchiato !