Muddy rainbow

I met the dark eyes of a girl 

dressed Pattaya night district,

an obese aussie, paid 

a short time round trip  ...

I came across a pinay seraphin 

with a fresh meat aroma ,

an old Paris told  her 'im  

about the land of cheese,

an Eiffel tower in his underpants ...

A pretty  venenous flower of   angkor

granted absolution by the grace 

of a London presbyterian ...

" Quench my thirst ,pour out 

  your flow, ho lord ! ''

Angels with broken  gender

are invisible stollen objects ...

Rainbow of muddy shades 

on stations and street  corners 

from Amsterdam to Philadelphia

where crack the stone wings 

of the stream generation ...

With all these  scared angels 

human metamorphosis ,

how is it possible to believe

 in devil's existence  ?  

Except perhaps in the details ,

and sweet and  tails ...