In the search of meaning
in the silence of worlds.
Kafka ! leaves this corpse
engaged in a process
of decay on a stage
at the theater of the absurd...
what\'s the point of looking
for starlight in the darkness
of the mind ?
I talk in silence of madness .
In a seismic implosion ,
seizing Mona Lisa lips
for a posthumus kiss ...
Is necrophilic fulness
the ultimate truth
in a padded room ?
Before boarding
the train to nowhere
I\'ll hang out
in the hall of last steps...
Death is not the final issue .
You\'ve to learn to pretend to live
in the shadow of crematoria .
and know how to wear the mask
of a liar in an obscure
crow-hissed tragedy...
Insignifiant procrastinator ,
so as not gored by the crowd of rhinos...
Illusion without identity
other than that of a rumor .
Kafka ! Are we suffering
an artistic syndrom ,
in search of author ?
We don\'t put
crazy people on the trial !
They go up to the gallows
on their own ...
Awaiting sentence ,
lets go seduce a green fairy
at the \'\' café des philosophes \'\' .
Sartre and kirkegaard
are learned monkeys,
mummified in a Mondrian
style abstraction ...