Crime boulevard

On the muddy avenue I picked up a poet's gaze

on which the indifferent crowd  wipped out its thoughts .

Actor in a human comedy where you invent a role 

to forget your  organic heaviness ...

poor scribbler, your words are nothing 

but inanimate  objects with no soul  and no return ...

Dreams melting in the rain like ice cream 

thrown  at wounded teddy  bears, annoy me ... 

I don't like lovers turning public benches 

into  dribbling   kingdoms ,

and clowns  who think they're  human 

when they're just poodles in love ...

Illusions of a crippled wooden horse 

enucleated  porcelain doll  ...

On the bloody avenue ,a snipper 

sweeps the fallen leaves ...

I 'm alone  on  crime boulevard .