It\'s a damn\' sad day
that looks like
a missed-up karma
whose the ghost town
doesn\'t remember ...
My coffee is a black ink
drawing Arabic calligraphy
in the Sahara of my soul ...
Hudson river before drown ,
calls to me, telling :
\'\'Love awaits you in my troubled waters ! \'\'
I not longer believe in your deceitful spells !
Santa won\'t be coming today ...
It\'s a day without glory
where it doesn\'t even rain ...
Maybe a few tears ?
So the Manhattan psycho
can pretend ...
Don\'t cry baby for a mocha cup
in the wandering lunacy
of an old café for suicides...
My eyes are tired
for not looking anymore .
I am unshaven like a shepherd
from heaven who lost his flock ...
A crappy sound system in my head
plays me some Ipanema\'s rhythms .
Guevara is no longer responding
and Maradona dancing
one last salsa in Napoli ...
What if I went to pay me
an apfelstrudel at Zavarsky\'s ?
I will discuss litterature with Dostoevsky
and maybe I\'ll meet a girl
who won\'t be my daughter\'s mother ...
Tell me what\'s missing in my life ?
My friend,if you don\'t give the obolus
of atonement to the cabby ,
you\'ll go round in the hell of Soho
until the dawn of time !
On the wet roadway
a queen of clubs with a priced look
invites me to a party ...
It\'s a day without infamy
where voices only bother to breathe
and smiles invites you to die ...
The weather forecast reports
a flight of japs armed with cameras
on Ellis island ...
I must go now .
Sorry for disturbing your eternal rest.
It was the story of an americano
style ground zero mood ...
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( We collaborated on this work )
Sylvia Plath .
Scott Fitzgerald .
Tennessee williams .