In this cruel exile ,deprived of the beast\'s milk ,
I became warrior ,prophet,lover and jester
at the foot of the deserted throne .
Beloved bananas kingdom !
I walked through the guts of battlesong
in quest of fields of honor .
fiddled with by transgender masters...
Here I am on the last chapter of a sand story castle.
Savoring an toxic cocktail with that old rascal of Buddha
and his siamese smile ,who looks after a herd
of Pattaya\'s bar girls ...
Oblivion,always has a bitter exotic taste ...
So many arms that closed around me
like the branches of a shapeless tree,
too perfectly polite to be genuine...
At the wedding reception I was that nameless guest...
Mamas ,I write the fragrance of your absence
on the dark marble of happiness ...
Lost papas end up at the house of the hanged...
I am nothing but this bad writter
who utters curses that stick to the skin !
Pilgrim clothed in his divine ego...
Just only lies passed down
around the dying embers of generations...
In the infanticide aisle at the wallmart ,
frozen dolls are singing \'\' California dreamin ! \'\'
Van gogh in crisis ,spits orange defoliant
onto a dying sunrise !
The Mozart child improvises a staccato
that makes the city of sodomy cry !
\'\' This is the end ! \'\'
Told me Jim Morrison ,leaning over my palliasse ...
There is always something that ends in the requiem
without ever having begun ...
Today all is quiet in the afterlife .
I am the queen\'s pawn on its black square .
Waiting for the hour of regicide ...