In this choregraphic menagerie ,
which lips earn the kiss of the blade
or to be tamed by the caress of the chain ?
The \'\' yes my lady \'\' holy-water frogs
dream of a reptilian mortal sin,
mystery closed under the creamy cloth...
Letting myself go into the silky tempest
of a nightbird\'s nest ,dissolving my breath
in the furnace of a burning sulfur...
Rabid poodle fed up with this bloody potpourri
I killed Mister Bean\'s Teddy ...I have such a tortoise mind !
And got two decades at the graybar rehab !
When you turn mad ,you\'re always twenty years...
Shall I cloak in my fossil skin this morning
to pass for an edible animal ?
dear kindred spirits and gentle rabbits ,
the hour has come to seal the scripture
of this silly human bestiary -our common destiny
and comedy !
Hoping that none of you recognized
the shadow of your truest bedfellow...